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.

I sit in my little office and I feel like I’ve got all my readers staring at me.

I went to a fashion show, and this silver-haired guy was staring at me with these piercing water-blue eyes. It scared me because I absolutely saw and knew my entire future.

By 30, I was separated from my husband, and I clearly remember sitting in my lovely office with a magnificent view, staring at a very lucrative pay stub, and bursting into tears because I was just miserable. So I had to make a decision: Keep following my plan, or be honest with myself and search for my true passion.

Even when I get on airplanes, very often, as I walk down the aisle, I notice a lot of people staring or whispering. I recognize the fact that yes, to a lot of people, I will always be that 14-year-old girl who was kidnapped and who was held captive.

I love watching TV, I probably spend too much time on my phone, but it’s probably not very good for your mental health is it? It indulges some of your worst personality traits, like staring at other people’s lives on Instagram for hours on end.

Death is staring too long into the burning sun and the relief of entering a cool, dark room.

People like Jefferson, Lincoln, Susan B. Anthony and M. L. K. are larger than life to me. I find myself staring at photographs of Lincoln almost in disbelief that he was a man who walked the earth and not merely some fiction writer’s creation.

The first sort of big present I remember getting from Santa Claus was quite a small telescope that I remember going into our backyard with my parents and figuring out how to assemble, and staring at the night sky, just for hours, with both of my parents.

For me, watching Mohamed Salah play football is not unlike staring up at the stars and contemplating the vastness of the universe: it makes my own life seem nice and small.

I used to do my best thinking while staring out airplane windows. The seat-back video system put a stop to that. Now I sit and watch old’ Friends’ and ‘Everybody Loves Raymond’ episodes. Walking is good, but here again, technology has interfered. I like to listen to iTunes while I walk home. I guess I don’t think anymore.

Some of my songs are positive and stuff, but some are about staring down at the ground and obsessing about stupid things, and it is teenage in a way.

Well, when you’re nitpicking every little detail… with digital, you’re seeing what the finished product is, right there on set, and that’s when you start to lose a lot of time. You lose time staring at that image trying to make it perfect.

To me there is no more depressing sight than a five-year-old staring at a screen, unsmiling, mouse in hand. Besides whatever dreadful things this prolonged exposure to screens is doing to their brains, computer games tend to be solitary affairs, and produce little laughter.

I guess the biggest thing I had to get used to was people staring. At first it was like, ‘Am I wearing something odd? Is there something on my face?’ It was kind of weird because when I go to the grocery store, people, they’re not necessarily coming up to me asking for a photo, they just… look at me.

I want you to think about your grandfather’s integrity and grit when you’re staring at the ceiling of your barracks room, but I also want you to think a little deeper.

I would drive home and see people wearing my No. 34 jersey and wonder why, because I didn’t feel worthy of that. And all the time I just knew people were staring at me, talking about me everywhere I went.

There was a whole display set up of all the X-Men paraphernalia. My wife couldn’t resist telling this 5-year-old boy that I was Wolverine. The little kid looked up at me and he was staring at me.

I didn’t want to go to college – I was bored by junior high. So I was in church one day, staring at the stained glass windows and thinking about things, when suddenly I decided that if I could start selling cartoons to magazines, they’d let me quit high school.

I was staring at a wall of photos and thought, ‘What would that sound like if it was music?’ And I guess that was the kicker. That’s what got me going.

When you’re literally staring at the person right in front of you, you’re connecting with them on a personal level. I even jump into the crowd sometimes and perform with them, sing into the mic with them and share the experience with them.

I’ve gotten stopped for reckless eyeballing, for staring too hard. These officers think they’re Tarzan and this is a jungle, that all the animals need to be tamed.

I was searching for a way to demonstrate 3D movement to my students and one day found myself staring into the River Danube, looking at how the water moved around the pebbles. This became the inspiration for the cube’s twisting mechanism. The fact that it can do this without falling apart is part of its magic.

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.

Staring prejudice in the face imposes a cruel discipline: to structure your anger, to achieve a certain dignity, an angry dignity.

I remember lying on the floor of my room, staring at a black-and-white television for most of the ’80s – watching ‘Diff’rent Strokes,’ ‘Facts of Life,’ ‘Silver Spoons,’ Saturday morning cartoons, and ‘Murder, She Wrote’ while eating an insane amount of Stouffer’s French bread pizza. I was sucked into it all.

I’m bored way too easily. I’m staring at screens half the day. I need to be overstimulated. And how will that express itself artistically?

There’s nothing better than just staring at a buttercup, struggling to make an impact on the world.

My kids have got to work themselves around my life, not the other way. That’s how kids become brats, if you’re there staring at them all the time going, ‘Are you alright?’

You feel a sense of urgency, especially at my advanced age, when you’re staring into the grave.

I went to South Africa on safari and came eye to eye with a beautiful leopard. We were so close; I was staring at him for a long time and I felt a recognition with my own nature.

I am very lucky in my team. They sit opposite me, and I get to see them every day sitting there staring at the seating chart, not doing much. It is almost like a chess game.

I think music will always be a big part of my life. I can’t go five minutes without singing, sometimes unconsciously. And people stare at me, and I’m wondering why they’re staring, and then I’m realizing that I’m belting out a tune.

I hate going into a room with people in it and the feeling of them staring. I find every moment excruciating.

Man looks in the abyss, there’s nothing staring back at him. At that moment, man finds his character. And that is what keeps him out of the abyss.

It never ceases to amaze me. I’ll be in a bank and I think the person staring at me is going to say, ‘I saw you in ‘Flying Doctors,’ or whatever. But instead they say, ‘You’re from ‘The Sound of Music.’

Whenever I dwell for any length of time on my own shortcomings, they gradually begin to seem mild, harmless, rather engaging little things, not at all like the staring defects in other people’s characters.

Writing feels safe, you know, it’s a hard job, but at least you’re in your office or wherever you are and there’s no one standing over your shoulder staring at what you’re writing. And when you’re directing, everybody’s looking over your shoulder.

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.

We tend to block off many of our senses when we’re staring at a screen. Nature time can literally bring us to our senses.

I was working on this bedroom, and from where I was, in the beating hot sun, I could see Madonna’s castle on the next ridge over. It was hilarious – there I was, this Maritime carpenter, staring at Madonna’s castle. So it’s been a windy road.

For me, writing in public is actually super energizing and so much fun. Especially when writing can typically be really painful and certainly hard, and often, you’re staring at the page and thinking, like, ‘Uh, is this any good? What am I doing?’

When I take a knee, I am facing the flag with my full body, staring straight into the heart of our country’s ultimate symbol of freedom – because I believe it is my responsibility, just as it is yours, to ensure that freedom is afforded to everyone in this country.

I think actually performing on stage when everyone’s facing you and you’re one person facing them, that is quite a lonely thing in a strange way. You have to be quite insular from everybody else, you’ve got thousands of people staring at you and you’re just on your own.

When I drove up on the set one day, and they’d put up a sign that says ‘The Bill Engvall Show,’ I stood there for 20 minutes just staring at it. The director, James Widdoes, came up and said, ‘What are you doing?’ And I said, ‘Look at this! There’s my name on a stage door in Hollywood!’

Learning how to deal with people and their reactions to my life is one of the most challenging things… people staring at me, people asking rude questions, dealing with media, stuff like that.

It takes minutes to play, but ‘Unmanned’ sticks with you for long after the credits roll. As a part of a two-man team for an unarmed drone, you experience one day in the life of this man who’s tired of staring through the camera of a drone flying around the Middle East and keeping his finger on the trigger.

I like to tell myself people look at me for all sorts of reasons. Maybe they’re staring because they’re shocked or maybe they recognise me from TV, or maybe they just like my shoes – especially women, because we all look at each other’s clothes and hair.

The first book I really loved was ‘Little Women’ – I’d have given anything for Beth to have been allowed to live; I remember crying very much over her death, trying to make the words change just by staring at them. I loved ‘Anne of Green Gables,’ too; ‘What Katy Did;’ and ‘Peter Pan.’

If I were to play somebody who ran a fish and chip shop, I would not work in a fish and chip shop for three months. Staring at chips is not going to help me in my performance.

If I stop to think about fans, or best-selling, or not best-selling, or good reviews, or not-good reviews, it just becomes too much. It’s like staring at the mirror all day.

I think a lot of people mistake my confidence on stage for cockiness in real life, and that’s actually farthest from the truth. When I’m on stage, I’m that confident and that cocky because I have a microphone in my hand, and there’s a few thousand people staring at me. And I know they’re there to laugh.

I thought back to my middle-school experience of having slumber parties and watching Romeo + Juliet and staring at Leo and thinking about my first kiss and what I wanted it to be like. And when you have your first real love, it’s an epiphany, you know? It’s like a whole new world.

There have been times I’ve finished a big job and thought, ‘Great, a couple of weeks off.’ But then a couple of weeks turns to three weeks and then after a month you’re staring at the phone willing it to ring.

I’m useless at staring at a piece of white paper. But if you put a piece of white paper with a black line on it in front of me, I’ll say no that black line should be red and it should go this way or that way.

All my life, I’ve felt people are looking at me. So, when I became known, it was like, ‘I’m not imagining this any more. People genuinely are staring at me. Oh, Christ, now they’re coming over!’

I once did a film in which I was being chased by wolves. I had a scene where the Alpha of the pack leapt on the hood of my car and stared me down through the windshield. I will never forget staring into those eyes; this wasn’t a dog – not even a tough, bad-ass dog – no, this was a wolf.

I’m fond of my werecats, if only because I have four real-world felines staring at me as I type.