There's nothing wrong with enjoying looking at the surface of the ocean itself, except that when you finally see what goes on underwater,you realize that you've been missing the whole point of the ocean. Staying on the surface all the time is like go...
The least I can do is speak out for the hundreds of chimpanzees who, right now, sit hunched, miserable and without hope, staring out with dead eyes from their metal prisons. They cannot speak for themselves.
I will waste an extraordinary amount of time, you know. And if it's not watching television, I'll be sitting staring out of the window. And yes, I know there's the idea of the artist, sitting there doing nothing while things are going on, but actuall...
Scabior: [Hermione walks up] Hello beautiful. [Hermione stops, stares, then backs away] Scabior: Well, don't just hang in there. Snatch 'em!
[Bob notices the little boy on the tricycle staring at him for the second day in a row] Bob: Well, what are *you* waiting for? Little Boy on Tricycle: I don't know. Something amazing, I guess. Bob: [sighs] Me too, kid.
Jeffrey Wigand: You manipulated me into where I am now - staring at the Brown and Williamson Building. It's all dark except the tenth floor. That's the legal department, where they fuck with my life!
[as they are attempting to commandeer the Interceptor] Jack Sparrow: Don't be alarmed, we're taking over the ship. Will Turner: [lunges with his sword] AYE! AVAST! [Jack stares at him as all the British sailors burst out laughing]
Policeman: Why are you running? Marjane as a teenager: I'm late for my class! Policeman: Maybe, but you mustn't run. When you run, your behind moves around in an obscene way. Marjane as a teenager: [angry] Then stop staring at my ass!
Evan: Oh, I have to go. Seth: What,? You're just gonna let me sit here and eat dessert alone like I'm Steven fucking Glandsberg? [camera pans over to Steven eating alone and staring into a distance]
Woody: [in Bonnie's room] Look, I just need to get out of here... Buttercup: [dramatically] There is no way out! [Woody stares at him in horror] Buttercup: Just kidding. Door's right over there. [he points]
I don't know why men are so fascinated with television and I think it has something to do with - if I may judge from my own father, who used to sit and stare at the TV while my mother was speaking to him - I think that's a man's way of tuning out.
Ken Mattingly: 13, this is Houston, do you read? Jim Lovell: Roger that, Ken. Are the flowers blooming in Houston? Ken Mattingly: That's a negative, Jim. I do not have the measles. [stares at the flight surgeon]
Riggan: That's you Mike. You're Mr. Natural. Mr. "F - k the scene, just stare at my massive hard-on," right? That's the truth of the moment. Mike Shiner: Do you think it was massive?
I didn't know who was on the team, but I saw every eye as I walked down the aisle. It looked like a thousand eyes were staring right at me saying, 'Who is this young punk?' I just kept my eyes straight ahead.
Mind led body to the edge of the precipice. They stared in desire at the naked abyss. If you love me, said mind, take that step into silence. If you love me, said body, turn and exist.
They prised open the door in the morning. The beatific expression on his face was exactly what one would find in a temple deity or the just dead - an unsmiling smile. The absurdity and humour was there if one could just see it, the question and answe...
It is difficult to describe the peace that comes with giving yourself permission to know what you know. To have hard, complicated realities staring at you and be able to raise your head and look back at them with a steady gaze, scared maybe, grieved ...
Eventually my mother suffered a complete breakdown, and the court orders were finally signed. They took her to the State Mental Hospital at Kalamazoo. My mother remained in the same hospital at Kalamazoo for about 26 years. My last visit, when I knew...
Jordan loomed over her and a flash of light blinded her momentarily. The knife. Shane felt her newfound courage faltering, felt herself falling back through the years, into the body of that little girl. No. She closed her eyes, pictured Matt’s face...
Brooke stared in surprise. “You brought me lunch?” “I was in the neighborhood.” She checked out the label on the bag. “DMK is twenty minutes from here.” “I was in that neighborhood, and now I’m here,” he said in exasperation. “Ser...
He leaned his head to me, his neck so close to my lips, I felt the heat coming off his skin. His breath was warm against my ear. His voice was a ragged snarl. "I miss you." This wasn't happening. "I worry about you." He dipped his head and looked int...
