#staring

Because you know when you first become famous, you start walking a little different because people are staring at you. ↗

— Bono

#become #different #famous #first #know

With sixty staring me in the face, I have developed inflammation of the sentence structure and definite hardening of the paragraphs. ↗

— James Thurber

#developed #face #hardening #i #me

I didn't know who was on the team, but I saw every eye as I walked down the aisle. It looked like a thousand eyes were staring right at me saying, 'Who is this young punk?' I just kept my eyes straight ahead. ↗

— Al Kaline

#aisle #down #every #eye #eyes

I thought they were staring at me because I was gay. But it was because I was on the telly. ↗

— Julian Clary

#gay #i #me #staring #telly

I grew up with people staring at me because I was such a tall, awkward girl. ↗

— Matt Emmons

#because #girl #grew #i #me

You can forgive people who do not follow you through a philosophical disquisition; but to find your wife laughing when you had tears in your eyes, or staring when you were in a fit of laughter, would go some way towards a dissolution of the marriage. ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

#eyes #find #fit #follow #forgive

I was getting old, man. I was staring 27 in the face. ↗

— Charlie Bell

#getting #getting old #i #man #old

I think you get better at staring into space. Especially living in the South of France. ↗

— Adrian Lyne

#especially #france #get #i #i think

When my eyes meet his gaze as we're sitting here staring at each other, time stops. Those eyes are piercing mine, and I can swear at this moment he senses the real me. The one without the attitude, without the facade[...] ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#fake #kiss #love #staring #time

Every time you look up at the stars, it’s like opening a door. You could be anyone, anywhere. You could be yourself at any moment in your life. You open that door and you realize you’re the same person under the same stars. Camping out in the backyard with your best friend, eleven years old. Sixteen, driving alone, stopping at the edge of the city, looking up at the same stars. Walking a wooded path, kissing in the moonlight, look up and you’re eleven again. Chasing cats in a tiny town, you’re eleven again, you’re sixteen again. You’re in a rowboat. You’re staring out the back of a car. Out here where the world begins and ends, it’s like nothing ever stops happening. ↗

— Bryan Lee O'Malley

#comic #eleven #graphic-novel #lost-at-sea #sixteen