He who fights against monsters should see to it that he does not become a monster in the process. And when you stare persistently into an abyss, the abyss also stares into you.
— Friedrich Nietzsche stared quote
What no wife of a writer can ever understand is that a writer is working when he's staring out of the window.
What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare?
People will stare. Make it worth their while
People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball.
I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.
You feel a sense of urgency, especially at my advanced age, when you're staring into the grave.
The people of those foreign countries are very, very ignorant.
They looked curiously at the costumes we had brought from the wilds of America. They observed that we talked loudly at table sometimes. They noticed that we looked out for expenses and got what we conveniently could out of a franc, and wondered where in the mischief we came from. In Paris they just simply opened their eyes and stared when we spoke to them in French! We never did succeed in making those idiots understand their own language.
People will stare. Make it worth their while.
With sixty staring me in the face, I have developed inflammation of the sentence structure and definite hardening of the paragraphs.
Writing is simple. First you have to make sure you have plenty of paper... sharp pencils... typewriter ribbon. Then put your belly up to your desk... roll a sheet of paper into the typewriter... and stare at it until beads of blood appear on your forehead.
A turkey is more occult and awful than all the angels and archangels.
In so far as God has partly revealed to us an angelic world, he has partly told us what an angel means. But God has never told us what a turkey means. And if you go and stare at a live turkey for an hour or two, you will find by the end of it that the enigma has rather increased than diminished.
Work in 20-minute batches. Then stop and stand up. This is the 20-20-20 Rule. Every 20 minutes, stop what you're doing, get up, and stare outside your window at a fixed object for 20 seconds. Your productivity will be scalable because sitting is the new smoking!
No more turning away from the weak and the weary.
No more turning away from the coldness inside. Just a world that we all must share. It's not enough just to stand and stare. Is it only a dream that there'll be no more turning away.
Cats always seem so very wise, when staring with their half-closed eyes.
Can they be thinking, I'll be nice, and maybe she will feed me twice?
I have known a vast quantity of nonsense talked about bad men not looking you in the face. Don't trust that conventional idea. Dishonesty will stare honesty out of countenance any day in the week, if there is anything to be got by it.
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on itRound as the moon, to stare up. I want to be looking at them when they comePicking among the dumb minerals, the roots. I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces. Now they are nothing, they are not even babies. I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.They will wonder if I was important.
It's no mystery why many of us in the media can't get enough of the fabricators Jayson Blair and Stephen Glass, the latter of whom concocted more than a score of bogus feature stories for the New Republic (and who wrote for other magazines, including this one, once) in the mid-1990s. Anyone--journalist, student, academic--who has ever stared at a blank screen, their brains grinding emptiness, and thought, How can I fill this hole? knows that in those desperate moments before a deadline, almost anyone can do almost anything: make stuff up, plagiarize, scribble senseless half-truths.
Humility is not my forte, and whenever I dwell for any length of time on my own shortcomings, they gradually begin to seem mild, harmless, rather engaging little things, not at all like the staring defects in other people's characters.
The Enemy, who wears her mother's usual face and confidential tone, has access;
doubtless stares into her writing case and listens on the phone.
Utopias are presented for our inspection as a critique of the human state.
If they are to be treated as anything but trivial exercises of the imagination. I suggest there is a simple test we can apply. We must forget the whole paraphernalia of social description, demonstration, expostulation, approbation, condemnation. We have to say to ourselves, How would I myself live in this proposed society? How long would it be before I went stark staring mad?
Nothing is so foolish, they say, as for a man to stand for office and woo the crowd to win its vote, buy its support with presents, court the applause of all those fools and feel self-satisfied when they cry their approval, and then in his hour of triumph to be carried round like an effigy for the public to stare at, and end up cast in bronze to stand in the market place.
The television, that insidious beast, that Medusa which freezes a billion people to stone every night, staring fixedly, that Siren which called and sang and promised so much and gave, after all, so little.
Television watching should more properly be called television staring;
it engages eye and ear simultaneously in a relentless and persistent way and leaves no room for daydreaming. This is what makes watching such an inferior form of leisure
The last best hope of earth, two trillion dollars in debt, is spinning out of control, and all we can do is stare at a flickering cathode-ray tube as Ollie answers questions on TV while the press, resolutely irrelevant as ever, asks politicians if they have committed adultery. From V-J Day 1945 to this has been, my fellow countrymen, a perfect nightmare.
Had he and I but metBy some old ancient inn,We should have sat us down to wetRight many a nipperkin!But ranged as infantry,And staring face to face,I shot at him as he at me,And killed him in his place.I shot him dead because--Because he was my foe,Just so: my foe of course he was;That's clear enough; althoughHe thought he
The violence seems to be diminishing.
They've stared into the abyss a bit. I think they've all concluded that further violence... is not in their interests.
Television won't be able to hold on to any market it captures after the first six months. People will soon get tired of staring at a plywood box every night.
Talking to my wife, we stare at each other, saying, 'How is this happening? Why is this happening? Why now?' It's nothing I ever aspired to.
I appeal to you, my friends, as mothers: are you willing to enslave your children? You stare back with horror and indignation at such questions. But why, if slavery is not wrong to those upon whom it is imposed?
There was a whole display set up of all the X-Men paraphernalia.
My wife couldn't resist telling this 5-year-old boy that I was Wolverine. The little kid looked up at me and he was staring at me.