Quotes of Gazing - somelinesforyou

“ Before I go out to take a picture of someone, I just stop at the city desk and say, 'Do you want him gazing out toward the sunset or picking his nose?'. ”

- Calvin Trillin

“ Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction. ”

- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

“ One problem with gazing too frequently into the past is that we may turn around to find the future has run out on us. ”

- Michael Cibenko

“ Love has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction. ”

- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

“ Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror. ”

- Kahlil Gibran

“ A man gazing on the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road. ”

- Alexander Smith

“ Strange, to see what delight we married people have to see these poor fools decoyed into our condition, every man and wife gazing and smiling at them. ”

- Samuel Pepys

“ A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson, glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition. ”

- Earl of Kent

“ There I am in younger days, star gazing. Painting picture perfect maps of how my life and love would be. Not counting the unmarked paths of misdirection, my compass faith in love's perfection… I missed ten million miles of road I should have seen. ”

- Indigo Girls

“ His vocation was orderliness, which is the basis of creation. Accordingly, when a letter came, he would turn it over in his hands for a long time, gazing at it meditatively; then he would put it away in a file without opening it, because everything had its own time. ”

- Salvatore Satta
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