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“She looked at the crowd and she felt simultaneously astonishment that they should stare at her when this event was so personally her own that no communication about it was possible and a sense of fitness that they should be here that they should want to see it. Because the sight of an achievement was the greatest gift a human being could offer to others.”
Source: Ayn Rand Reader
“She looked at the girl in the chair and she saw what youth was. It was oblivious, with things in its ears.”
“She looked at the girl in the mirror and the girl in the mirror looked back at her. I will be brave, thought Coraline. No, I am brave.”
Source: Coraline
“She looked at the gold-appointed dashboard. "It's cute."
"The gas guzzler thanks you," he said, not bothering to curb his sarcasm. "She's probably never carried an outstanding surgeon before."
Her only response was a weary look. Obviously, he wasn't the only one dreading the afternoon ahead. But there was something so tired about her eyes that despite himself he felt like an arse. What was it about this woman that made him want to be a prick? Oh yeah, it was the fact that she was a callous snob and she made him feel like- what was the phrase?- ah, the hired help.”
Source: Pride, Prejudice, and Other Flavors
“She looked at the guy. Anger seethed inside her. "Give me that dumb ball. This has not been a good day, and I really can't take any more."
"Come get it, then." He smirked and ran away from her, kicking the ball lightly with the inside of his feet. He didn't look down, and he never lost control over it.
Tianna sighed and shook her head.
"Come on." He taunted her, and picked up speed. "You afraid you can't get it back from me?"
Something exploded inside her. She felt it like a hot fire flashing up to her face. She dashed after him and caught him in seconds. He seemed surprised by her speed but also delighted.
When she reached him, he darted away, changing direction, but it seemed as if her body had anticipated where he was going to go and she ran parallel with him, her feet tipping in and trying to steal the ball.
He laughed and shifted his weight in one direction, then took off running in the other, using the inside of his foot to roll the ball.
"Wrong thing to do," she shouted angrily. This time her feet went on automatic. She ran alongside him, then swung her leg in front of him and struck the near side of the ball. It popped away from him.
Her foot shot out again. He tripped and fell flat on his back.
She picked up the ball and sauntered back to him, then held out her hand to help him up.
"You don't have to smile so big," he said with a matching grin. He took her hand. His felt warm and strong.
She couldn't help but smile. No wonder they put her on the team so quickly. Her feet had talent. She was a master.”
Source: The Lost One
“She looked at the last thing she had written and she felt calm. Then she crossed the words out vehemently, scribbling until even the shape of the sentence was destroyed.”
Source: White Is for Witching
“She looked at the painting - so pastel, so peaceful. Somehow Ma's mind had pulled beauty from lunacy. Anyone looking at these portraits would think they portrayed the happiest of families, living on a seashore, playing in sunshine.”
Source: Where the Crawdads Sing
“She looked at the produce stalls, a row of jewels in a case, the colors more subtle in the winter, a Pantone display consisting only of greens, without the raspberries and plums of summer, the pumpkins of autumn. But if anything, the lack of variation allowed her mind to slow and settle, to see the small differences between the almost-greens and creamy whites of a cabbage and a cauliflower, to wake up the senses that had grown lazy and satisfied with the abundance of the previous eight months. Winter was a chromatic palate-cleanser, and she had always greeted it with the pleasure of a tart lemon sorbet, served in a chilled silver bowl between courses.”
Source: The Lost Art of Mixing
“She looked at the rounded buttocks of those made to kneel; she loved their polished chests, the muscularity of their limbs, and above all, perhas, the nobility of suffering in their handsome faces.”
Source: The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty
“She looked at the stars
He looked at her”
Source: Gemina
“She looked at the strong hand holding hers. “Oh my goodness, what did you do?” Harper asked, eyebrows raised and mouth open as she studied the cuts and bruises.
“Had a conversation with a streetlight once you got into the cab,” he said, pulling her closer to him.
“I’m sorry, Trent. I really am. If I blew you and me because of all this, I get it and I don’t blame you. I’m done running. I’m done being scared. I’m done doubting whether you and your friends will help me if I need it. I am done with everything except being in love with you. I—”
Harper was flipped onto her back and underneath Trent in the blink of an eye.
“Say it again.” His dark eyes were fierce as he held each side of her face in his big, safe hands.
“I’m sorry, I—”
“No.” He cut her off. “Not that part. The ‘I love you’ part.”
“I love you.” Harper had barely gotten the words out of her mouth before Trent’s lips descended on hers. Their mouths clashed together, banging teeth before soothing bitten lips with soft tongues.
Trent pulled away, taking a deep breath before staring deep into her eyes. Harper could feel his very soul merging with hers.
“I love you, Harper. Everything else is details. A lot of fucking details, granted, but just details.”
Source: The Strongest Steel
“She looked at ways to quantify life. Analytic in nature, her head almost always overruled her heart. Love it? Hate it? She wanted to KNOW it.”
Source: Envy
“She looked at Word. “You asked about X-it. He’s sleeping. There are no intruders in his consciousness. I’ve done a sweep. Several installations, their A-I and Super-Recognizers have all been rendered inoperable, but others will quickly pick up the slack. Some will malfunction. All are on high alert. They know contact has been made, that you are still alive, and a global search has begun. No A-I or human Super-Recognizer can penetrate the room that you were in and in which X-it is now sleeping. But he cannot come out of the room until we are ready to return to the second in time when Death saved you.”
Source: Split Second Solution
“She looked away from him, her expression suddenly contemplative, the edges of her teeth catching at the plush curve of her lower lip. Just as Gideon thought she was going to refuse him, she reached out impulsively, her warm fingers catching at his. He held her hand as if he cradled a fragile bird in his palm, and drew her close enough that he could smell the hint of rose water in her hair. Her body was slim, sweetly curved, her uncorseted waist soft beneath his fingers. Despite the undeniable romance of the moment, Gideon felt a most unromantic stirring of lust as his body reacted with typical mare awareness to the nearness of a desirable female. He eased his partner into a slow waltz, guiding her expertly across the uneven flagstones.
"I've seen fairies dancing on the lawn before," he said, "when I get deep enough in a bottle of brandy. But I've never actually danced with one before.”
Source: Again the Magic
“She looked away. You make it like it was the coin. But you're the one.
It could have gone either way.
The coin didnt have no say. It was just you.
Perhaps. But look at it my way. I got here the same way the coin did.
She sat sobbing softly. She didnt answer.
For things at a common destination there is a common path. Not always easy to see. But there.
Everthing I ever thought has turned out different, she said. There aint the least part of my life I could
of guessed. Not this, not none of it.
I know.
You wouldnt of let me off noway.
I had no say in the matter. Every moment in your life is a turning and every one a choosing.
Somewhere you made a choice. All followed to this. The accounting is scrupulous. The shape is drawn.
No line can be erased. I had no belief in your ability to move a coin to your bidding. How could you? A
person's path through the world seldom changes and even more seldom will it change abruptly. And the
shape of your path was visible from the beginning.”
Source: No Country for Old Men
“She looked away. Her attitude seemed to suggest that she had finished with him, and would be obliged if somebody would come and sweep him up.”
Source: The Man Upstairs: And Other Stories
“She looked back as well as she could; but it was all confusion. She had taken up the idea, she supposed and made everything bend to it.”
Source: Emma
“She looked back at him, her lips curving into an incredulous smile. "The man who just gave me the best orgasms of my life is asking me out on a date?"
"Um... yeah?"
"Um...okay.”
Source: The Bear Who Loved Me
“She looked back to see Sam standing there at the edge of the strip of sunlight inside Common Grounds, staring after her with an expression on his face like he'd lost his best- his only friend.”
Source: The Dead Girls' Dance: The Morganville Vampires
“She looked between Yoo Jonghyuk’s black coat and my white coat before opening her mouth.
“By the way, are you a couple?”
“…It is just a coincidence. It is a common design.”
[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is delighted for an unknown reason.]
[A constellation who likes to change gender has shining eyes.]”
Source: 전지적 독자 시점 1 [Jeonjijeog Dogja Sijeom 1]
“She looked brutal and beautiful, like a criminal who'd just escaped from a Wanted poster – a myth who'd ripped herself free from a story to give it a different ending. And Tella desperately wanted to be a part of that ending.”
“She looked Con up and down. ... "I went to do your stupid ass a favor. Next time I'll decline."
She started to turn away when his hand wrapped around her arm to hold her. Rhi looked down at his fingers, then at his face.
"I doona trust you."
"You never have," she responded coolly. "This is nothing new."
He yanked her close so that their faces were inches apart. "If you betray us, there's nowhere you can hid where I won't find you. And kill you."
She smiled, briefly debating putting her lips to his and seeing his reaction. Right before she teleported away, she said, "Kiss my grits.”
Source: Smoldering Hunger
“She looked confused. She looked off-balance. That's a technique I employ to get dates, and it always works.”
“She looked creepy/adorable.”
Source: The Morganville Vampires:
“She looked defeated, a castle stormed, torn down, with no one living inside. She looked like a hollowed-out creature, only shell and no soul.”
Source: The Night After I Lost You
“She looked different this morning. Different, but no less pretty. The spring sunshine lent her fair hair a golden sheen, and a simple frock skimmed the contours of her tempting, graceful curves. Even from here, he could see her smile.
Lovely as she might be, she wasn't Gabe's usual sort. He wanted nothing to do with delicate, pampered misses possessing no knowledge of the world beyond Mayfair. They were painted china on a high shelf, and he was the bull charging through the shop.
All the more worrisome, then, that Lady Penelope was working her way under his skin.”
Source: The Wallflower Wager
“She looked down again and I was stymied. I sat. Oh, this was enough to make me love her, because I was right with her, understanding every second and longing to step in. I didn’t even need to know the specific that was troubling her, because to me her halting voice easily stood for the general woe that hangs in the air, even on life’s happiest days.”
Source: The pleasure of my company
“She looked down at her bulging veins and she remembered the most important thing that she had forgotten – she was alive.”
Source: From My Suffering: 25 Ways to Break the Chains of Anxiety, Depression & Stress
“She looked down at the amulet that hung around her neck. She seldom took it off, but she unclasped it now and studied the face of the moon etched in the metal. Sparkling in the sunlight, it wasn't pure silver but reflected pinks and blues and greens. Maybe who she was had something to do with this moon charm that was given to her at birth.”
Source: Goddess of the Night
“She looked down at the gun, harmless in its quiet. Asleep.”
Source: The Xactilias Project
“She looked down instead. Long enough to notice that the duke wore a signet ring, and that his hand was long and elegant and scrupulously groomed but sported emphatic veins, as though he'd used his hands to do difficult masculine things his entire life. Dark, crisp hair curled on his wrist, and that hair seemed almost embarrassingly intimate, because if she wanted to right now she could touch it. His finger looked very brown against her own white hand, which she normally took such care to keep from the sun. His hand could cover hers completely if he wanted, shelter it, vanquish it, comfort her or render her terrifyingly defenseless.
Funny how the spot where the duke's finger touched her was suddenly the locus of the universe for three people.
"Your hand is unconscionably soft, Miss Eversea," he murmured.
'Oh.'
And then he took his fingers away.
Her eyes widened. She couldn't lift her head just yet.
The shock of the stealthy compliment spread slowly through her, the way sherry did when bolted quickly.”
Source: What I Did for a Duke
“She looked down when she laughed that time. Something about the shy aversion of her eyes and the sound of her laugh was making me...feel...something. But my brain kept confusing whatever overwhelming feeling this was with a desire to squish her, as if I could find an outlet for this annoying emotion by just taking her face in my hands and squeezing. I managed to resist.”
Source: Her Soul to Take
“She looked for all the world like a giant carp in a men's club. And a dull, bored carp at that, not even a sentient Carp.”
Source: Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
“She looked for any sign of the boy who'd taught her to whistle a hornpipe, who could palm an ace of hearts and make it reappear from her sleeve, but failed to find even a glimmer of him. Instead she saw Ida taking on a second life in the features of her only son, and for a quick heartbeat Jo was almost grateful for the scar tissue dimpled across her cheek, forehead, and chin. No one would ever be able to invade her face, she realized. She would always simply be herself, whether she liked it or not.”
Source: The Gilly Salt Sisters
“She looked from the hilt protruding between her breasts into the eyes of the boy she loved. The golden light in them enfolded her and her heart stopped beating, leaving the ghost of her smile on her mouth. Her vacant eyes mirrored something infinitely close to peace.”
“She looked genuinely confused. “I…I don’t know. He just seems so sweet and out of place. I guess I feel sorry for him. Kinda like a lost puppy.”
“Great, well, can you just take him home with you then? I’m allergic.”
Source: True North
“She looked him full in the face with the most amazed expression. Even now he could not think of it without a shudder. And after a horribly long stare Alison had burst out laughing yes, laughing. She laughed so hard that she choked herself and someone had to beat her on the back. Finally she excused herself from the table. And all through that tormenting evening whenever he looked at her she gave him such a mocking smile.”
Source: Reflections in a Golden Eye
“She looked hot enough to catch fire, but too lazy to do anything but just lie there and smoke.”
Source: The Vengeful Virgin
“She looked, Inspector Curry reflected, exactly as the relict of a canon of the Established Church should look—which was almost odd, because so few people ever did look like what they really were.
Even the tight line of her lips had an ascetic ecclesiastical flavour. She expressed Christian Endurance, and possibly Christian Fortitude. But not, Curry thought, Christian Charity.”
Source: They Do It With Mirrors
“She looked into his eyes. “Well?”
“I don’t feel anything,” he said. His voice sounded embarrassingly hoarse.
She arched a brow. “Nothing?”
“What did you try to make me do?”
“I’m trying to compel you to kiss me.”
“That’s foolish.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I always want to kiss you,” he admitted.”
Source: Crooked Kingdom
“She looked into Kirsten's eyes and wondered how it is that a soldier fights and a savior suffers, but a woman, in lying down, rules everything.”
Source: The Kingdom of Childhood
“She looked into the distance, and the old terror flamed up for an instant, then sank again. Edna heard her father's voice and her sister Margaret's. She heard the barking of an old dog that was chained to the sycamore tree. The spurs of the cavalry officer clanged as he walked across the porch. There was the hum of bees, and the musky odor of pinks filled the air. (last lines)”
Source: The Awakening & Other Short Stories
“She looked into the eyes of many of them as they passed away, like some sort of angel of death. Some were frightened, some relieved, most just confused. She served as the arbiter of their passage, an earthly Charon. Or perhaps a Valkyrie, carrying fallen heroes to Valhalla. But she’d seen no heroes, no one worthy of Valhalla.”
“She looked into the mirror, wiping the mascara that was running down her cheeks with her tears and she saw him standing behind her. With that smile he always had. She touched his reflection and turned around to hug him just to see no one there. She turned back around and looked at the mirror, there he was still standing with that smile. She fell on her knees and said in a feeble voice "come back".”
“She looked into the room. So many machines and wires and tubes - a reminder that the human body was an incredible miracle, its countless autonomic functions a gift when they were operating as intended, and a cumbersome nightmare to have to approximate when they were not.”
Source: Consumed
“She looked into the staring glass eyes and complacent face, and suddenly a sort of heartbroken rage seized her. She lifted her little savage hand and knocked Emily off the chair, bursting into a passion of sobbing- Sara who never cried.”
Source: A Little Princess
“She looked like a character from a video game. One of those improbably busty, impossibly well-armed superchicks who could do acrobatics and hit the kill zone even while firing guns from both hands during a cartwheel.
"You look fucking ridiculous," she told herself.”
Source: Dead of Night
“She looked like a crimson-spattered angel of death, and it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.”
Source: Shotgun Cowgirl
“She looked like a head-on collision between a fashion plate and a nightmare.”
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“She looked like a survivor who would have no language in which to express what she'd survived.”
Source: Blonde