eye-contact

Confidence is not posting endless selfies, or repeatedly protesting how happy or in love we are, it__ a subtle yet noticeable sheen that emanates from our being - our eyes, our words, our body language.

And what about the lovers who spend hours staring into each other's eyes?Is it a display of trust? I will let you in close and trust you not to hurt me while I'm in this vulnerable position. And if trust is one of the foundations of love, perhaps the staring is a way to build or reinforce it. Or maybe it's simpler than that. A simple search for connection.To see.To be seen.

And what about the lovers who spend hours staring into each other's eyes? Is it a display of trust? I will let you in close and trust you not to hurt me while I'm in this vulnerable position. And if trust is one of the foundations of love, perhaps the staring is a way to build or reinforce it. Or maybe it's simpler than that. A simple search for connection.To see.To be seen.

Eye contact is way more intimate than words will ever be.

He had a hungry look in his eyes and it frightened her.

Caring is open-hearted, keeping us available to transmit love to a stranger through simple eye contact and without condition. This is not the opportunistic sizing-up of sexual cruising; instead, it__ the felt recognition of the divinity and humanity in another individual.

Eye contact: how souls catch fire.

Van Gogh couldn't have painted the stars in your eyes.

Writing is something you do alone. Its a profession for introverts who want to tell you a story but don't want to make eye contact while doing it.", Nerdfighteria Wiki, January 17, 2012]

I glanced again. He was still watching me.Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy... well.

I always knew there was no one who is going to accept my flaws and understand my brokenness.And i knew it very well that nobody would hold my hand when the wind of darkness overcome my life so i just pushed them,i pushed them all away.

She looked at him, his black, depthless eyes like boiling wells of oil.

There is no moment that exceeds in beauty that moment when one looks at a woman and finds that she is looking at you in the same way that you are looking at her. The moment in which she bestows that look that says, "Proceed with your evil plan, sumbitch." The initial smash on glance. The, the drawing near. This takes a long time, it seems like months, although only minutes pass, in fact. Languor is the word that describes this part of the process. Your persona floats toward her persona, over the Sea of Hesitation. Many weeks pass before they meet, but the weeks are days, or seconds. Still, everything is decided. You have slept together in the glance.

You turned your head to the side. Faced me. Your eyes never left mine, I read them with ease. You said nothing to them, yet everything to me. I nodded.But only when no one was watching.

Cesto kazemo da smo emotivno nedostupni,ali nas pogled prevari i kaze da smo uvek dostupni.

Writing is something you do alone. Its a profession for introverts who want to tell you a story but don't want to make eye contact while doin

It__ hard to hold a conversation with people when you__e not seeing them.

I don't have to look at your eyes to listen that's whatmy ears are for.