When you stare into an abyss for a long time, the abyss also stares into you.
If you stare at someone long enough, they'll eventually look back at you.
Most people are really nice but some stare, like you're some kind of zoo exhibit and not a real person with real feelings.
Our imagination just needs space. It's all it needs, that moment where you just sort of stare into the distance where your brain gets to sort of somehow rise up.
Most men would love to be stared at by women. Don't doubt me on this. And my guess is that most women are actually intrigued by it and have developed techniques and skills for dealing with it. Don't doubt me.
You can't cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.
While my father sang, Pedroza stared at me. By that time my eye pupils were staring at him, too, like a terrier that's got hold of a fox.
Look guys, if you're just going to stare at me, I'm going to bed!
Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.
He thinks about his teacher in his literary class, he's staring at her legs.
People who stare deserve the looks they get.
The great courage is to stare as squarely at the light as at death.
A stare is really nothing more than what you're thinking inside.
I stood staring, not as yet realising that this was death leaping from man to man in that little distant crowd.
He passes, struck by the stare of truculent Wellington but in the convex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of Jollypoldy the rixdix doldy.
Fix your eyes on Jesus; it's ok to stare.
Finally, I decided that the proper strategy was to stare back. Boys do not have a monopoly on the Staring Business.
And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while
I stare at her, as dumbstruck as if she'd just admitted she's a Scientologist with an invitation to join Tom and Katie on the spaceship when it shows up.
Give me a window and I'll stare out it.
People don't really understand, but having people stare, and point, and take pictures, even if it is in a positive framework, is quite isolating; there's no two ways about it. You feel a little bit, you know, freakish.
I rehearsed 50. I kind of stared at it a long time. I wasn't going to let it terrify me.
Now I’m just standing here on the conveyor. Along for the ride. I reach the end, turn around, and go back the other way. The world has been distilled. Being dead is easy. After a few hours of this, I notice a female on the opposite conveyor. She doesn’t lurch or groan like most of us. Her head just lolls from side to side. I like that about her. That she doesn’t lurch or groan. I catch her eye and stare at her.
You are staring at me like you were going to eat me up.
Don't go looking at me like that because you'll wear your eyes out.
