Do everything like someone is gazing at you.

“The truth was, she found it hard to look at the man. It was like gazing at the sun.”

— Catherine LaRoche

“She was looking at him steadily; he, however, found it difficult to look back at her; it was like gazing into a brilliant light.”

— J.K. Rowling

Diaries tell their little tales with a directness, a candor, conscious or unconscious, a closeness of outlook, which gratifies our sense of security. Reading…

— Agnes Repplier

“Relationship with another is like gazing into a still pond. You will either see your own face reflected or the depth of the water,…

— Darren Main

Constantly practice the habit of inwardly gazing upon God. You know that something inside your heart sees God. Even when you are compelled to…

— Aiden Wilson Tozer

His hands slipped from his throat, and he crashed to the ground like a tree falling. "Oh, dear," said Pangborn, gazing at the fallen…

— Cassandra Clare

“Truth be told, the inward gaze is something she's not too fond of. But there are secrets that lurk in the mind, and she…

— Alden Bell

I sit at my window gazing The world passes by, nods to me And is gone.

— Rabindranath Tagore

When the peacock has presented his back, the spectator will usually begin to walk around him to get a front view; but the peacock…

— Flannery O'Connor

Watch it, minx," he warned with a lift of his brow. "If you intend to taunt me for every foolish statement I've made in…

— Sabrina Jeffries

Lo! while we are gazing, in swifter haste Stream down the snows, till the air is white, As, myriads by myriads madly chased, They…

— William C. Bryant

I love these pet names," she said, gazing soulfully up into his eyes, "Nitwit. Sap skull. Termagant. How they make my heart flutter!

— Loretta Chase

[S]he stood for some moments gazing at the sisters, with affection beaming in one eye, and calculation shining out of the other.

— Charles Dickens

The Bible is to us what the star was to the wise men; but if we spend all our time in gazing upon it,…

— Thomas Adams

One reason why my memory decays is that I have three cats, all so loving and insistent that they play cat's-cradle with every train…

— Sylvia Townsend Warner