Glare Quotes

Quotes tagged as "glare" (showing 1-8 of 8)
“If the glare of the public eye has become unbearable, our inner child may claim its rights and our bodily shadow might turn into our mental second self, become our anchor, make us stay grounded and grant us deepness and intensity. By retreating from the blaze of display into our substantial self, we gain rootedness, insight and new worldly wisdom. ("Not without my shadow")”
Erik Pevernagie

Kristin Hannah
“She knew this pain would fade again; like a sunburn, it would heal itself and leave her slightly more protected from the glare.”
Kristin Hannah, Firefly Lane

V.C. Andrews
“Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk to
me about money and what it can buy. But it can't buy back a child once he's dead!”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic

Dannika Dark
“I glared at Christian as the blood smeared around. “You could have at least licked it.”

He smirked darkly. “I hear that all too often.”
Dannika Dark, Gravity

S.D. Lawendowski
“If girls could spit venom, it'd be through their eyes.”
S.D. Lawendowski, Snapped

H.P. Mallory
“I glared daggers at him, but they just bounced off him like water on a freshly waxed car.”
H.P. Mallory, To Kill A Warlock

“The dean yanked the wrinkles from his suit vest. He adjusted his spectacles and, after a side-to-side waggle of the head, he tightened his bow tie. Placing both hands flat on his desk, he tipped forward, and radiated a practice glare--Superman style. Small wonder the visitor’s chair in front of him didn’t burst into flames.”
Michael Benzehabe

Kody Keplinger
“Oh God,” I muttered as Toby and I made a frantic effort to untangle ourselves. He scrambled off my bed and grabbed his shirt off the floor, his face glowing scarlet. I reached down and picked up my T-shirt. “Wesley, how did you get in here?” I demanded.
“The door was unlocked,” he said. “You didn’t answer when I knocked… Now I can see why.” His dark gray eyes were big with what I could only guess was shock, dissolving quickly into disgust, and they stared directly at Toby.
“But what are you doing here?” I asked, feeling a sudden surge of anger rush through my veins. I yanked my T-shirt over my head and stood up.
“You weren’t answering your phone,” Wesley muttered. “I was worried, but it looks like you’re just fine.” He glared at Toby for a moment before looking back at me. “My mistake.”
Kody Keplinger, The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend