Top 105 Staring Quotes

I’d like to pretend to be all Olympian and above it, as if this is a phenomenon I’m observing from a great height, nothing to do with my own behavior at all – but the fact is I’m absolutely one of those people in the cafe staring at my phone.

Zoroastrians believe in one Great Almighty Spirit of Good who is in combat against evil forces, and Goodness prevails in the end. There is no self-flagellation or staring at the sun or snake-handling.

Reagan won the Cold War by first restoring America’s economy and military and then staring down an economically weakened Soviet Union. He knew defeating Russia couldn’t be accomplished without laying the groundwork.

I will waste an extraordinary amount of time, you know. And if it’s not watching television, I’ll be sitting staring out of the window. And yes, I know there’s the idea of the artist, sitting there doing nothing while things are going on, but actually, no. It’s vacant space. I’m thinking about the laundry.

I once spent an entire night in a hotel in New York looking across the way into someone’s apartment where nothing was happening but daily life, a phone call, television watching, staring into the fridge. Seeing how those strangers lived over that small distance and in absolute silence moved me deeply.

Every time I sit down to write, I need to commit to a word count goal, otherwise I waste too much time editing and re-editing my previous work, staring dreamily off into space, pretending that I’m thinking profound, poetic thoughts when really I’m just thinking, ‘Look at me being a writer! I’m so happy I’m a writer!’

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

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

I always knew I wanted to dance and when I was eight, I started ballet lessons at a church hall. They all wore pink ballet shoes but I wore green, as they were cheap, and I remember everyone staring at me.

The feeling I had several times in youth, when lying in a field staring up at the night sky, that I might fall into the infinite void – for people like me, this idea mostly provokes anxiety.

A man can’t pass on, like a mother could, an awareness of your body, or sensuality, or what it means to be a woman. I was never taught what femininity was. I learnt it – or rather I invented it – on my own. I tended not to talk at all, if people were staring at me.

I remember just lying in the grass, staring at the clouds, wondering where they drifted off to after they floated over Texas. I never would have imagined that one day I would follow one of those clouds and find myself in Hollywood.

‘The Globe’ is one of the most terrifying theatres in London. It’s that mob element – everyone packed in and staring up at you.

You’d think that radio was around long enough that someone would have coined a word for staring into space.

If you are stuck on a problem, go for a walk and think about something else for a little bit. Going for a walk is very helpful for a writer because if you are staring at a blank page of a computer screen there is all this pressure.

I hate going to the gym, so sweating outdoors sure beats sitting on a stationary bike staring at my navel.

I really miss my youth. I’m not being ungrateful, but there was an Atif who used to roam the streets, who didn’t care whether his photograph was taken or not, who used to hang out without people staring at him. I miss that carefree life and would give anything for it, even if it only lasts a few moments.

I like riding for five or six hours, then sitting on the sofa staring at the TV. It’s my normal.

Sometimes when I’m going to the supermarket to get the coffee and cat litter, I get freaked out and see all these people staring, and you turn around and there’s, like, 40 people all looking at you… and when you go around the corner, they’re all following you! You start freaking out like a trapped animal.

I’ve made so many people angry that they kind of blur into one unpleasant memory of people staring at you with somewhere between passive aggression and active aggression.

I’d happily just stay on the road. Getting home from America, sitting in my kitchen with a cup of tea, staring out of the window is pretty depressing. I didn’t have a tour manager to tell me what to do so I had to start reaching out to people and making plans. That was hard. You become very vegetable-y.

Staring down the barrel of a gun is the scariest thing you could ever experience. It’s not funny. It’s not for the movies.

The writer should never be ashamed of staring. There is nothing that does not require his attention.

But whenever I look at the question of how to live, the answer’s always staring me in the face. I’m already doing it.

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

You want to go to a summer concert and not watch a band staring at its shoes for six hours and complaining.

The truth is, for me, when I was a young black girl who knew I was different, was watching TV, I would always be staring at the TV set looking for myself, and I didn’t see me. And when you don’t see yourself, you start to think that you don’t matter, or you start to think that something is wrong with you.

I was very dreamy. Insular. I’m always amazed I survived adolescence at all and wasn’t squashed flat by a juggernaut. Gaping, I think was my main skill. Staring out of the window.

I have a strange habit of walking down streets and staring up, rather than looking at shopfronts and stuff like that.

I hate Zoom. Mainly because I hate staring at my own face.

We go to the office every day when we’re writing – or supposed to be writing. It’s not always productive, and there’s a lot of procrastinating, just staring at the wall, like any other writing. But we just make ourselves go to the office every day for more or less the whole day.

Both for Havana’s beauty and decay, it’s very hard to restrain yourself from staring everywhere you look.

Sometimes, when full and in fear that I will continue to eat unwanted food just because it’s staring at me, I will place my napkin over the remaining portion. This is what I frequently refer to as a ‘food funeral.’

I can go to any restaurant without a reservation, but while I’m there, everyone’s gonna be staring.

I was in line at a store and there was a little girl, she was standing in line next to me and some other girls had come up to me and recognized me from ‘Pretty Little Liars.’ When they walked away, this girl was staring at me, and her eyes got so big, and she started crying. It was, like, the cutest thing.

Never sit staring at a blank page or screen. If you find yourself stuck, write. Write about the scene you’re trying to write. Writing about is easier than writing, and chances are, it will give you your way in.

I like intelligent women. When you go out, it shouldn’t be a staring contest.

People go shopping, we spend on so many things, and we just don’t know. We don’t know the prices of things. But gasoline, even when you’re not buying, it’s staring you in the face. Psychologists call this ‘salience.’

It’s an epidemic. Instead of socialising and having proper conversations, we’re staring at pictures of models in bikinis and wondering how they look like that. It’s like self-loathing.

I get a lot of ideas sitting in the living room staring at the walls or lying in bed thinking about things.

I just don’t like looking at the crowd and seeing them just staring and listening to the music. When I get them involved, whatever type of music I’m playing, they leave there feeling better.

I buy a lot of random books, and it’s really hard to immediately fall asleep if I’ve been staring at a screen, so reading and trying to put my phone away maybe an hour before I go to sleep are two of my go-to strategies before bed.

If I look in the mirror when I get up or before going to bed at night, I see a man of average ugliness with stubble, an unruly mane of hair, a squint nose, slightly protruding ears, and bags under my eyes. But I also see a man who’s completely happy with the figure staring back at him.

What I learned at that moment on the subway 30 years ago, staring at my blank passport, was this: If you have an impulse to do something, and it’s not totally irresponsible, why not do it? It might just be the journey you’ve always needed.

The image people have of comedians staring defiantly over a stationary line of good taste is simply inaccurate. We don’t approach this line, put our toes over it arrogantly and then scamper back to safety. The line doesn’t exist.

I’m still walking around New York like a tourist staring up at all the skyscrapers. I wave at people, I shake hands, I help ladies with strollers.

As a little girl growing up in Southside Jamaica Queens, if anyone would’ve told me I’d have my own perfume one day, and be able to inspire young black girls everywhere, to go into Macy’s or Nordstrom’s and see their face staring back at them – I wouldn’t believe them.

Being in front of all these people staring at you and it helps you to dig down and become more emotional and get lost in it as you’re feeding on people’s energy.