The real lover is the man who can thrill you just by touching your head or smiling into your eyes - or just by staring into space.
To believe that the United States is post-racial requires an almost incomprehensible inability or unwillingness to stare truth in the face.
'The Globe' is one of the most terrifying theatres in London. It's that mob element - everyone packed in and staring up at you.
The day stared back an empty gray, with not a speck of white to give character to the lifeless sky.
I'm bored way too easily. I'm staring at screens half the day. I need to be overstimulated. And how will that express itself artistically?
Most people weren't wired to see miracles, even when one was staring them in the face.
All I knew was that in a way I couldn't explain, his hug matched his stare.
(…) met the owner of this cozy book-and-candle Apt. G, a tall, leggy, striking girl named Bea or maybe just the letter B or maybe the insect Bee, not sure, her long blond hair pulled in a ponytail, her no-doubt banging body effortlessly buried bene...
Why am I impatient I am unsure for what is patience? And why should I ultimately feel that I am lacking in it. Is it timing? Waiting? Abstaining? Obligation? Longing? Torture? Perseverance? Discipline? Wanting? Someone recently referred to it as a st...
Did he show himself?” Nash asked, and I glanced to my right to see him staring at my father, as fascinated as I was. My dad nodded. “He was an arrogant little demon.” “So what happened?” I asked. “I punched him.” For a moment, we stared...
When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, To-whit! To-who!—a merry note, Wh...
Dacă omul va uita cu desăvârşire că există moarte, că există un , riscăm să ne întoarcem la maimuţe. Explicaţia este simplă: omul activ, omul creator, este excitat mai ales de ideea că într-o zi se va termina totul, că va avea un sf�...
Uh…I’ve seen you around here a couple of times,” he said again, staring at the book I held. “‘I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, m...
Billy: My hands are freezing. Michael: 'Gizzem here. Billy: [Michael takes his hands and puts them in his jacket] What are you doing? Michael: Nothin'. Just warmin' your hands up. Billy: [pause] You're not a poof or owt? Michael: [deadpan] What gave ...
If I didn't have Lincoln's butt to stare at the whole time, motivation would be a lot harder to come by.
...evil fascinates and repels us - it's a terrible beauty that enthralls us the more we stare into it...
I can remember staring at the orphanage and feeling envy.
The cameras were electronic monsters, moving with them as they walked and staring with one big, perverted eye.
I don't know what's worse, being ignored or stared at.
Staring at my outstretched pinky questioningly his perfect lips twitched into a smile. Pinky promise?
Writing is easy: just stare at the screen of your computer until a tear drops on your keyboard.
