Best Staring Quotes

Sometimes we stare so long at a door that is closing that we see too late the one that is open.

Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose.

Get scared. It will do you good. Smoke a bit, stare blankly at some ceilings, beat your head against some walls, refuse to see some people, paint and write. Get scared some more. Allow your little mind to do nothing but function. Stay inside, go out – I don’t care what you’ll do; but stay scared as hell. You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.

I love staring out toward the ocean and away from anything manmade.

But the positive thoughts would give way to negative thoughts, and the negative thoughts seemed to swoop into her mind the way a big flock of black crows takes over the landscape, sitting thick in the trees and on the fence rails and lawns, staring at you in ominous silence.

You’re staring, Lana said. Yes. I am. I’m a teenage boy. Beautiful girls in wet underwear have a tendency to cause staring in teenage boys.

No one starts as a self-hater. But rack up all of your mistakes and take a large enough number of wrong turns in life and soon you stop trying to forgive yourself. Everywhere you look you find shame or failure staring back.

While just looking, we are always hunting among objects, looking for what we desire or fear, endeavoring to recognize some pattern; on the other hand, objects themselves always stare back, vie for our attention, throw at us their lures and endeavor to entrap us.

Then I perceived, what I had never thought, that all these staring houses were not alike, but different one from another, because they held different dreams.

Working on ‘Raising Hope’ is a very hurry-up-and-wait activity, and I just always liked the idea of being as productive as I can be. I write because I don’t just want that time to dissolve, where I’m sitting in a trailer staring blankly at the paintings of moccasins that came with the trailer.

If a film is good, and I’m sort of able to sit there and absorb myself within that world. And get lost. That is a pretty powerful tool. And there’s not many paintings out there, that make me want to stare at it for hours at a time, and wonder where I am!

You don’t have to go looking for pictures. The material is generous. You go out and the pictures are staring at YOU.

Her eyes opened then. They were drowsy, slumberous, staring up at him with a hunger that was impossible to miss. I felt you, she whispered, a smile tilting her moist lips. Watching me. Should I feel you watching me? Was she asleep or awake? Of course. He found the growl building in his throat. Every time I look at you, baby, I touch you.

As he walks away on his own two feet–the toddler’s body-mind has reached its moment of perfection. The world is his and he the mighty conqueror of all he beholds…. As long as mother sticks around in the wings, the mighty acrobat confidently performs his trick of twirling in circles, walking on tiptoe, jumping, climbing, staring, naming. He is joyous, filled with his grandeur and wondrous omnipotence.

Do you still love me, Janie?’ Janie stares at him, incredulous. ‘Yes, of course! I don’t say it lightly.’ ‘Say it lightly in my ear,’ he demands. She smiles, rests her soft cheek on his scratchy one, and whispers it. ‘I love you, Cabe.

Your eyes were too intense to stare into for long.

Give the opponents more than one reason to stare at your feet.

You should not only have attention to everything, but a quickness of attention, so as to observe at once all the people in the room–their motions, their looks and their words–and yet without staring at them and seeming to be an observer.

Sometimes, when I’ve been staring too hard, I’ve noticed that I could see the circumference of my own eye.

If I’m trusting myself, I will stare at all the possible ways I could fail. If I’m trusting God, I will stare at all the possible ways He’ll use this whether I fail or succeed.

Distraction and procrastination come in a variety of flavors… when I’m distracted and I walk over and stare out the window, it’s a very different experience than when I feed the distraction by cramming in a few emails or make a phone call.

Here is a piece of earth. If you stand staring at it and doing nothing, what does the earth yield? Nothing. Just like a woman.

Everywhere I go, somebody is staring at me. I don’t know if people are staring because they recognize me or because they think I’m a weirdo.

What is the environmental policy of the Republican Party? When I ask that question, I get a blank stare, if I’m president of the United States, we’re going to address climate change and CO2 emissions in a business-friendly way.

It fascinates me that there is a variety of feeling about what I do. I’m not a premeditative photographer. I see a picture and I make it. If I had a chance, I’d be out shooting all the time. You don’t have to go looking for pictures. The material is generous. You go out and the pictures are staring at you.

As I sit down and start to work, I often panic. I stare at the empty piece of music paper. How can I say that my piece will be ready for performance next January when I do not have a recipe for making it happen?

When you say ‘I wrote a program that crashed Windows,’ people just stare at you blankly and say ‘Hey, I got those with the system, for free.’

I trust you have seen the ocean. If you have, then you have witnessed the divine. How barren the ground is in comparison! If I could count the hours I have spent staring out at it! And yet those hours never feel lost. I cannot imagine how else I could refill them were I given a second chance.

I stand stark naked in front of the mirror and gaze directly into my own eyes. I utter ‘Good morning, handsome’ and my lips quiver as I stare at myown body. I don’t break eye contact until I blow my load. Not once do I actually touch myself.

Making my way downtown, walking fast, faces pass, and I’m home bound. Staring blankly ahead, just making my way, making a way, through the crowd. And I need you, and I miss you, and now I wonder… If I could fall, into the sky. do you think time, would pass me by? ‘Cause you know I’d walk a thousand miles, if I could, just see you tonight.

War is death. If we are to engage in war, then we should have to stare it straight in the face and call it by its rightful name.

The aim was simple: to deprive Karpov of his favourite occupation – standing at the board, staring straight at his opponent. While I was wearing these glasses, all he could admire was his own reflection.

Why don’t we just sit and stare and do nothing? Nothing at all for a while I like the way you smile I could be your state and I could be your nation It doesn’t get better than home, now does it?

And if it happened to be a Christmas-night when the great bell seemed to rattle in its throat as it called the faithful to the midnight mass, there was such an indescribable air of life spread over the sombre facade that the great door-way looked as if it were swallowing the entire crowd, and the rose-window staring at them.

And when you, O human, will return to Nature, that day your eyes will open, you will stare straight into the eyes of Nature and in its mirror you will see your image. You will knowthat when you hid from Nature, you hid from yourselfWe who have been turned away from Nature – if we desire life, we must establish a new relationship with Nature.