Happiness is like a cloud, if you stare at it long enough, it evaporates.— Sarah McLachlan
Practical Staring At You quotations
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 going to the circus and staring at the outside of the tent.
Looking at cleavage is like looking at the sun.
You don't stare at it, it's too risky. You get a sense of it and then you look away.
Years ago, while I was watching a baseball game between the Baltimore Orioles and the Texas Rangers, I remember staring in awe at Cal Ripken. I realized during this game that 'you don't have to be flashy' or have 'power numbers' to be great. It's about the simple things that are the hard things. It's about leadership, work ethic and commitment.
Writing is simple. First you have to make sure you have plenty of paper... sharp pencils... typewriter ribbon. Then put your belly up to the desk... roll a sheet of paper into the typewriter... and stare at it until beads of blood appear on your forehead.
I stare out the window and wait for spring.
Writing is easy. All you do is stare at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead.
You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.
When you have birds you stare at them a lot and their eyes are recessed on their head. When they look at something they tilt their head in a quizzical expression.
I still love sparkles and grocery shopping and really old cats that are only nice to you half the time. I still love writing in my journal and wearing dresses all the time and staring at chandeliers.
I love cats. I love their grace and their elegance. I love their independence and their arrogance, and the way they lie and look at you, summing you up, surely to your detriment, with that unnerving, unwinking, appraising stare.
If you stare at an object, as you do when you paint, there is no point at which you stop learning things from it.
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.
Even when you have gone as far as you can, and everything hurts, and you are staring at the specter of self-doubt, you can find a bit more strength deep inside you, if you look closely enough.
We have to stop meeting like this." And that was the truest thing ever spoke. I needed to stop staring at his bicep... and chest... and tattoo. Never thought the sun could be so... sexy. Wow. This was awkward. "You running over me, me almost running over you?" Cam elaborated. "It's like we're a catastrophe waiting to happen.
Bad stuff happens. Sometimes it makes no sense at all. Sometimes its unfair. Sometimes, it just plain sucks. Bad stuff happens sometimes. Always remember that, but remember that you have to move on somehow. You just pick your head up and stare at something beautiful like the sky, or the ocean, and you move the hell on.
A pier is a disappointed bridge; yet stare at it for long enough and you can dream it to the other side of the Channel.
Legion hissed like a startled cat, the noise scraping at Reyes’s skin.
“Me no boy. You think me a boy?” Everyone stopped, stared. Even Aeron. Reyes was the first to find his voice. “You’re a…girl?” A nod. “Me pretty.” “Yes, you are.” Reyes exchanged a glance with Lucien. “Beautiful.
You don’t have to go looking for pictures.
The material is generous. You go out and the pictures are staring at YOU.
After staring at origami directions long enough, you sort of become one with them and start understanding them from the inside.
You can't cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.
Don't let yourself indulge in vain wishes.
It was my friend Frank, a writer in San Francisco, who finally set me straight.
When asked about my new look he put down his fork and stared at me for a few moments. "A bow tie announces to the world you can no longer get an erection."
You are an artist. The canvas is your life. Make something worth staring at.
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.
If you stare at the center of the universe, there is coldness there.
A blankness. Ultimately, the universe doesn't care about us. Time doesn't care about us. That's why we have to care about each other.
It's a horrible economy but I'm trying to do my part.
I just bought a new shower curtain it has all the presidents on it. Do you know how hard it is to masturbate with all the presidents staring at you? And when the water hits them it looks like they're crying.
If you stare into the Abyss long enough the Abyss stares back at you.
There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.
You might be a redneck if you've ever stared at a can of orange juice because it said concentrate.
I think you get better at staring into space. Especially living in the South of France.
They lay silently. She was staring at something across the room. She was making him feel uncomfortable. 'It wouldn't work. It's the attraction of opposites,' he said. We're not opposites.' I don't mean just you and me. Women fall in love when they get to know you. Men are just the opposite. When they finally know you they're ready to leave.
The dogma of the Incarnation is the most dramatic thing about Christianity, and indeed, the most dramatic thing that ever entered the mind of man; but if you tell people so, they stare at you in bewilderment.
See them demons and them omens staring at you, mind control, they want your soul. If he don't see a dollar, somebody visiting Satan
Look at me, Emma." Her eyes are full, the lids heavy. "Graham," she breathes. "I need you to hear me." Cradling her head in my hands, thumbs sweeping her tears away, I stare into her eyes. "I belong to you. There is no one else. All I want is to be where you are.
Harrier twisted himself sideways on his saddle to stare at him [Tiercel].
'You had a vision,' he said flaty. Yes. No. I don't know. I...Yes. No.