He continued to stare out the window. "I meant what I said before. You need to walk away, Pidge. God knows I can't walk away from you.
Quit staring at my breasts," she hissed with a soft stomp of her heel. His gaze flashed to hers. "Why? They're mine.
She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.
But while they continued staring into one another’s face waiting for the miracle of science the pain grew worse.
I sat down on the edge of a deep soft chair and looked at Mrs Regan. She was worth a stare. She was trouble.
My mother sent me to psychiatrists since the age of four because she didn't think little boys should be sad. When my brother was born, I stared out the window for days. Can you imagine that?
I want to be part of the resurgence of things that are tangible, beautiful and soulful, rather than just give in to the digital age. But when I talk to people about this they just say, 'Yeah, I know what you mean,' and stare at their mobiles.
I go to Topman at lunchtime and stare at these beautiful, beautiful people who work there and who are so well-dressed. And I think: 'Oh! I want to look like that! They're amazing, how well-dressed they are!'
I just recently figured out how mirrors work. Pretty cool. That guy always hungrily staring at my naked body was me!
We'd stared into the face of Death, and Death blinked first. You'd think that would make us feel brave and invincible. It didn't.
He stared at me in complete puzzlement, “And while I’m committing incest for you is there anything else you’d like? Maybe a side-order of bestiality?
It's not an old book, or a treasure map. Nope. Staring up at me was a pile of rocks.
Staring into the mirror, I was surprised to see a haunted look in my brown eyes. There was pain there, pain and loss that even the nicest dress and makeup couldn't hide.
She knew it wasn’t right, but this was the second time in her life when hurting a man’s feelings trumped assuaging her own.
Majid gave me a brief dazzling golden stare and then half-lidded his eyes again. I know when my life is being threatened.
You going to be a scientist when you grow up?” That sort of question deserved a blank stare, which it got.
I know this woman.” “Who the hell is she?” He stared both his brothers down. “She’s mine.
It was so quiet you could hear a fly run into a wall. Everyone was staring at me like I’d just pulled up my shirt and asked for some beads.
Besides, your a cat.Its your nature to think your the center of the universe." She stared at him blankly. "But I the center of the universe.
I stare at Hans. Hans is shaped like an industrial-sized refrigerator. His hands are like cinder blocks. He should not be afraid of a little thing like the ocean.
I stared at him (Dionysus). "You're...you're married? But I thought you got in trouble for chasing a wood nymph-
