I always, always decide where I’m going with the ball before I take a penalty shot, stare at the ball, follow through, and never look at the place that I’m going to shoot.
I think I have broken the mould that actresses have to be extremely thin on screen. All those who are making my weight an issue just prove that people are jealous. These are people who have nothing to do in life except to stare at their computer screens and make comments on us.
Man, I hated school. I’d stare at the buttons on the teacher’s shirt the whole class.
In Los Angeles, people dress with the deep and earnest hope that people will do nothing but stare at them.
For me a Writing Day was an occasion for self-reproach and panic, a time to lament the passing of the years, stare out of windows and remember that even those famous late starters Joseph Conrad and George Eliot had started by the age I was now.
I look at my paintings for a very long time before letting them out of my studio. I like to get on the treadmill and look around at all of my paintings while I exercise. I try to stare them down to make them reveal their weaknesses. If they reveal weaknesses, they get repainted.
In every person, you have a world of personalities and souls, a world of perspectives that you can share. You can get into anyone’s shoes. You’ve got to be willing to stare at the ugliest part of yourself and deal with it.
In real life, people fumble their words. They repeat themselves and stare blankly off into space and don’t listen properly to what other people are saying. I find that kind of speech fascinating but screenwriters never write dialogue like that because it doesn’t look good on the page.
The way my body works, people are always going to stare at me. It’s just human nature.
When you have birds you stare at them a lot and their eyes are recessed on their head. When they look at something they tilt their head in a quizzical expression.
When you’re on the subway in New York, people literally could be 11-inches away from you, and you can’t just stare at them.
I get paranoid about people staring at me. Even now I don’t deal with people looking at me. I can’t do it sometimes. I can’t go out. I don’t know how to react when people stare.
I don’t stare at a sheet of paper and try to think of a good word to use. I try to see where the story should go.
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of gate-leaning while I am supposed to be gardening; instead of hoeing, I lean on the gate, stare at the vegetable beds and ponder.
Spike Lee gave me the greatest reaction to the fact that I was this athlete-meets-artist, because I think he saw that I was different. I learned that oftentimes, Spike directs in a sense that he might just stare at you and look at you in a telepathic way of communicating.
If I go to a restaurant, other people stare. The meal is ruined.
I think body-image issues are not just a dancer thing. I think we’re much more in tune and aware because the body is our instrument and art, and we stare at ourselves in a mirror all day, but I feel like it’s something that every woman experiences and every girl experiences.
My father is German; my mother is African-American. Growing up, I visited my grandparents in Berlin a lot. I would not see any other person of color for three weeks. People would stare. They would say things like, ‘Oh, you look like chocolate – I want to eat you up!’
Stand-up comedy is a really lonely profession: you ‘perform for 2000 people, then you go to a hotel room by yourself and stare at a wall.
I don’t know why men are so fascinated with television and I think it has something to do with – if I may judge from my own father, who used to sit and stare at the TV while my mother was speaking to him – I think that’s a man’s way of tuning out.
I tend to stare at people and memorize what they’re saying and how they say it.
I will never have anything that is remotely technical near my bath time. I completely zone out and stare up at the ceiling. For me, it’s like a form of meditation. It’s a time where I can just actually turn off.
People think it’s strange how briskly I move through museums. Sure, I could stand in front of each piece and stare at it for a good long time. But that’s not me.
I do a good cold, hard stare.
Our imagination just needs space. It’s all it needs, that moment where you just sort of stare into the distance where your brain gets to sort of somehow rise up.
No good writer ever merely cheered us up. But there’s an unblinking stare into the darkness of things we have to go elsewhere to find. Jane Austen was made of strong stuff. She was too satiric for D. H. Lawrence’s taste and too unforgiving for Kingsley Amis’s, but you would still not call her hellish.
Before the Paralympic movement I definitely didn’t like wearing shorts because people would stare at me.
If I feel anxious every time someone is staring at me, well, I can’t control what they stare at, but my reaction is, I’m just not going to go outside the house. I’m going to stay in and chill. And when I do go out, I understand what comes along with that.
The secret to success, to parenting, to life, is to not count up the cost. Don’t focus on all the steps it will take. Don’t stare into the abyss at the giant leap it will take. That view will keep you from taking the next small step.
Sometimes women feel uncomfortable when men stare at them when they try on shoes.
Katarina Witt. She was the ultimate competitor. She would just stare down people before competition. She was relentless on the ice.
Talking to my wife, we stare at each other, saying, ‘How is this happening? Why is this happening? Why now?’ It’s nothing I ever aspired to.
I would stare at maps of Delaware for hours.
I have known a vast quantity of nonsense talked about bad men not looking you in the face. Don’t trust that conventional idea. Dishonesty will stare honesty out of countenance any day in the week, if there is anything to be got by it.
Animals in general have sparked a weird depression in me, because as much as I tried, I couldn’t layer a personality over them. You know what I mean? I would stare at the cows, and I would sing to the cows, and they would always just look at me blankly.
Well, my mom taught public school music for almost 40 years. And she’s about 5 feet – and very mighty. And she would control her kids a lot by giving them the eye, or the stare.
Sometimes we stare so long at a door that is closing that we see too late the one that is open.
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