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There was something strange about her eyes. They were mysteriously lacking in depth. They were lovely eyes, but they did not seem to be looking at anything. They were all surface, like glass eyes. But of course they were not glass eyes. They moved, and their lids blinked.
The only words free of suspicious motives will be the ones I find in books.
doing with the puzzled
I think like a detective.
It's a funny thing about suspicions, Mr. Wright. All too often, they're just vain hopes in disguise.
She has a sour expression on her face (surprise, surprise)
Intimidated?"
His head shook once. "Intrigued."
"Irritated?"
His eyes investigated me again. It felt intrusive, definitely not cursory. "Impressed.
Suspicion is far more to be wrong than right; more often unjust than just. It is no friend to virtue, and always an enemy to happiness.
Some secret emotion darts across his eyes. A beautiful mystery.
Paranoid eyes with the fusion of passion and duplicity.
Jeeves' eyes had taken on the look of cautious reserve which you see in those of parrots, when offered half a banana by a stranger of whose bona fides they are not convinced.
His eyes are wild, psychotic slits that bat-dance in your soul looking for good things to crush or bad elements to identify with.
It's strange seeing his eyes in someone else's face
Deception sneaks in through the window of pride.
Say she had nefarious motives."
Davis looked over at Jack with a bemused grin. "Nefarious. This is what we get when we hire a
Yale boy."
"You missed sacrosanct earlier. And taciturn and glowering," Jack said.
"What's glowering?"
"Me, apparently.
One has to be suspicious of anyone who seeks the limelight.
What is suspicion? It is a tool to ruin one's own Soul.
Curiosity is lying in wait for every secret.
he watched it with curiosity. It was strange to be conscious of another person's existence, to feel it as a close, urgent necessity; a necessity without qualifications, neither pleasant nor painful, merely final like an ultimatum.
When solutions are offered us by the people who originally brought us the problem, we do well to be suspicious.
Watch the mouth, it reveals what the eyes try to hide.
She seems distracted, the way Joan feels when Harry is away on a school trip and part of her tries to follow him clairvoyantly through his day, probing the ether for any sign of distress.
Sometimes you are suspicious because of something, and sometimes you are suspicious because of nothing. This incident began in the library, where I could find nothing good to read. This was suspicious.
With an inner intensity of avoidance and secrecy.
With a sort of mental squint.
See what a ready tongue suspicion hath!
Is there a reason we're taking the alley?" he asked. "The air is a tad ripe out here."
"Unfriendly eyes out front."
"Enforcers?"
"A ten-year-old boy."
"Oh, yes. Terrifying."
"He's someone's spy," she said.
She has intelligent, flirtatious eyes, and a penetrating gaze under which one feels simultaneously appraised, tested, charmed, toyed with. They remain, I suspect, a redoubtable seduction tool.
She is accustomed to studying faces. Usually what she seeks in them is inspiration. Today she looks for signs of malice and treachery.
Dude, got eyes? I'm collecting evidence." [ ... ]
"In Ziploc bags."
"I think they're Glad."
"They look impartial to me.
Evil tries to hide, like God.
I'm very, very questioned and cinnamoned out.
Any concerns or reservations?" Venkat asked. "Yeah. I'm concerned about what I ate last night. I think it had an eyeball in it." "I'm sure there wasn't an eyeball." "The engineers here made it for me special," Mitch said. "There may have been an eyeball," Venkat said. "They hate you.
They turned a distracted gaze on the world, wide-eyed, somehow, and questioning.
Mischief Managed.
I had a dejected, brooding expression on my face, and I
could tell from the reflection in the window that it was also
an intriguing expression.
for only the eye of sincerity can see. The eye of curiosity has the cataract of doubt, and is blind already.
Be suspicious of the litigious.
He's always looking out windows,
contemplating something.
Suspicion often creates what it suspects.
I must say, all these compliments you keep sending my way are bound to go to my head soon. Why, I don't recall the last time I was deemed peculiar and suspicious all in the same day.
Why are you looking at me like that?" Emelia's plump lips quirked.
"Like what?"
"Like you want to eat me.
Bishop's brows went up. "Okay, fine. Yes, I followed you here. Better?"
"Yes. Stalkery, but better."
"I'm not stalking you."
"Spoken like a true stalker."
Bishop and Samantha, page 79
Spying is waiting.
had shifty eyes. Unease niggled
His eyes. Unclouded by cynicism, questioning but with a certainty that there were answers, warmly innocent in some strange way. A child's eyes, she thought. Even more irresistible when set in a man's face.
Her eyes were narrow, but when she really looked at something they suddenly opened wide: two dark eyes, never timid, brimming with curiosity. He
That distrust which intrudes so often on your mind is a mode of melancholy, which, if it be the business of a wise man to be happy, it is foolish to indulge; and if it be a duty to preserve our faculties entire for their proper use, it is criminal. Suspicion is very often an useless pain.
to arouse suspicion over time. So far, surprisingly,
People who can't be questioned often end up doing questionable things.
Moist realized that there had to be an explanation for this, but the only one he could think of now was: It's strange.
His was the gaze of a high-end predator, throwing it's prey a seductive look, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.
genuine excitement
dangerously polite.
Women are so suspicious of any interest that has not some obvious motive behind it, so terribly accustomed to concealment and suppression, that they are off at the flicker of an eye turned observingly in their direction.
Looking at each other like, What the fuck's going on here? We big-time undercover supercops.
She's a devil in disguise, I can tell by looking in her eyes, little Miss Strange.
The people who are suspicious of certain things are the very ones who are the most capable of doing that of which they are suspicious.
Curiosity being one of the forms of self-revelation, a systematically incurious person remains always partly mysterious.
Nothing is so capable of overturning a good intention as to show a distrust of it; to be suspected for an enemy, is often sufficient to make a person become one ...
Immaculate Deception.
selfishly looking
His eyes are peculiar. There is nothing in them, like an eclair without the cream filling. It's wrong, lack of cream.
An unguarded gaze can spill a thousand secrets.
How frequently is the honesty and integrity of a man disposed of by a smile or shrug! How many good and generous actions have been sunk into oblivion by a distrustful look, or stamped With the imputation of proceeding from bad motives, by a mysterious and seasonable whisper!
He sensed her aroma and greedily breathed in the fragrance. He must not let himself be duped. Those cunning bastards at Karl Lagerfeld and Christian Dior knew exactly what was required to trap a poor man.
Mystery hovers over all things here below.
There is nothing left of him but curiosity and a pair of eyes.
At first, we should read with a blitheness practically bordering on superficiality; later on, with a conscientiousness close to distrust.
The moment there is suspicion about a person's motives, everything he does becomes tainted.
His eyebrows widen in surprise.
You may plainly perceive the traitor through his mask; he is well-known everywhere in his true colors; his rolling eyes and his honeyed tones impose only on those who do not know him.
Glanced at him, I saw he had a mischievous grin. The
He's looking at her like she's the answer to some sort of riddle.
When we cannot stand certain people, we try to have suspicions about them.
I narrowed my eyes. I don't trust you.
I don't trust you,either.
So we don't move.
Ever? He met my eyes again,and searched me.
My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.
such a strange look of repugnance and horror
Her smile was peculiar - it made her nose wrinkle, not as though she smelled something unpleasant, but more that she was so amused, her whole face wanted to be a part of the smile.
He looked intently and inquiringly into his friend's eyes, evidently trying in vain to find the answer to some question.
The world is always ready to be amazed, but the self, that lynx-eyed monitor, sees all the subterfuges, all the cut corners, and is not deceived.
He, like others, happened to be looking at her, and their eyes met - to her intense vexation, for it seemed to her that by looking at him she had betrayed the reference of her thoughts, and she felt herself blushing.
His resonating stare fluttered through my memory, and I shivered. I hadn't seen kindness in his pupils. I only saw intensity, and, I hated to admit it, but he was beyond intimidating. He was overwhelming. (Jessica)
The suspicious mind believes more than it doubts. It believes in a formidable and ineradicable evil lurking in every person.
It was strange, this toxic little vein, strange to stand above it, looking down at night, in a dangerous neighborhood, as if they were in love and entitled to such adventures.
Spies are the ears and eyes of Princes.
I'm a writer and, therefore, automatically a suspicious character.
She watches him as a cat would watch a mouse.
Expecting his usual aloof expression, she saw instead that his smoky eyes were locked on her face and the walls that he usually hid behind were gone. There was something that looked almost like longing in his expression.
Man is incurably curious.
There's nothing so painful, so corrosive, as suspicion.
So wicked do destruction and secrecy appear to honest minds, that Mr Lorry and Miss Pross, while engaged in the commission of their deed and in the removal of its traces, almost felt, and almost looked, like accomplices in a horrible crime.
What are so mysterious as the eyes of a child?
People are mysterious, even to themselves.
Shprintzl Rudashevsky's wide face takes on a philosophical, even mystic, blankness. She looks like she's wetting her pants and enjoying the warmth.
It's human nature to wonder.
Those eyes, seemingly without mystery, are like certain closed cities, such as Lyons and Zurich, and they hypnotize me as do empty theaters, deserted prisons, machinery at rest, deserts, for deserts are closed and do not communicate with the infinite.
Simon pointed, too. "I remember now! You guys were huddled in that alcove when I came over to talk to Vaughn."
"And that didn't strike you as suspicious?" Isabelle asked him.
"Did you see me last night? I couldn't even say 'suspicious,'" Simon told her.
Magnificent promises are always to be suspected.