Back to the glass in terror we came,And stared at the writing round the frame.We could not understand one word:And suddenly we thought we heardThe hissing of the snakes again:How could we front them all alone?O, madly we clutched at the mirrored stoneAnd wished we were back on the flowery plain:And swifter than thought and swift as fearThe whole world flashed, and behold we were there.
“Screw up my life?” He stared a me for a second and then said, deadpan, “I’m a five-foot-three, thirty-seven-year-old, single, Jewish medical examiner who needs to pick up his lederhosen from the dry cleaners so that he can play in a one-man polka band at Oktoberfest tomorrow.” He pushed up his glasses with his forefinger, folded his arms, and said, “Do your worst.”jim butcher
He stared the assorted meannesses and failed promises of American life straight in the face, and they stared back.Brendan Gill
And, for an instant, she stared directly into those soft blue eyes and knew, with an instinctive mammalian certainty, that the exceedingly rich were no longer even remotely human.william ford gibson
The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak And stared with his foot on the prey.
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 .
The monkey sat on a pile of stone And he stared at the broken bone in his hand Strains of a Viennese quartet rang out across the land The monkey looked up at the stars And he thought to himself Memory is a stranger History is for fools And he cleaned his hands in a pool of holy writing Turned his back on the garden and set out for the nearest town"
Fear stared in her eyes, and chalk'd her face.
One winter night when he was a boy ... he first saw a ring around the moon. He stared up at it, immense, icy, half as wide as the night sky, and grew certain that it could only mean the End of the World. He waited thrilled in that suburban yard for the still night to break apart in apocalypse, all the while knowing in his heart that it would not: that there is nothing in this world not proper to it and that it contains no such surprises.john crowley
You stared out of the window on the emptiness Of a world exploding: Stones and rubble thrown upwards in a fountain Blasted sideways by the wind. Every sensation except loneliness Was drained out of your mind By the lack of any motionless object the eye could find. You were a child again Who sees for the first time things happen.stephen spender