Staring

Examples

• He leaned forward staring at me, slowly unclenched his hand and drew it across his mouth as if his mouth watered for me, and sat down again. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• Wemmick leaned back in his chair, staring at me, with his hands in the pockets of his trousers, and his pen put horizontally into the post. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• It seemed cruel to keep that pitiless inscription still staring from the walls after the unhappy wretch had been in his grave five hundred years. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• The boy--not being able to make up his mind, at the moment--hung about among some other boys, staring at the good things in the eating-house window. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• The sergeant and I were in the kitchen when Mrs. Joe stood staring; at which crisis I partially recovered the use of my senses. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• What a plague those creatures are--staring at me so! Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• After staring at me, in great perturbation, she went back into the house with my message, closing the door, and leaving me to wait in the garden. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• He did not move from his place, or raise his head from his hands; his hidden eyeballs went on staring into utter darkness. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• What are you staring at? Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• Then she looked round her and saw Georgy's honest face staring at the scene. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• She sat with Gerald drinking some sweetish liqueur, and staring with black, sullen looks at the various groups of people at the tables. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• A strange thrill struck him when she did so, and visibly passed over his frame; he laid the knife down softly, as he sat staring at her. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• If it ain't stark staring impudence, what do you call it? Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• This place, Deep Dene House, is a big modern villa of staring brick, standing back in its own grounds, with a laurel-clumped lawn in front of it. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• Oh, all right, he said, staring with unseeing eyes at the list of guests that she had put in his hand. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• Ah, you're a-staring at the pocket-handkerchiefs! Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• I thanked him, staring at him far beyond the bounds of good manners, and holding tight to Joe. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• Beaufort evidently felt it, and being unused to dismissals, stood staring at her with an obstinate line between his eyes. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• The cattle came upon me with like suddenness, staring out of their eyes, and steaming out of their nostrils, Halloa, young thief! Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• Pablo was staring at him curiously and Pilar was watching him with no expression on her face. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
• Though she was always staring, she never acknowledged that she saw any individual. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• Mr. Guppy saw us to the door with the air of one who was either imperfectly awake or walking in his sleep; and we left him there, staring. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• The wild cat's round, green, wondering eyes were staring all the while like uncanny fires. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• The old man sat with his mouth open, staring wildly at Holmes. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• She could not think it he, and lay staring up at him in startled silence, till he stooped and kissed her. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• Surely that is Baker Street, I answered, staring through the dim window. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• Archer pushed forward, elbowing through the crowd, and staring blindly into window after window of the high-hung carriages. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• While they were doing so, Riderhood still sat staring disconsolate. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• How you have escaped them I can't imagine, says the eminent traveller, lighting his cheroot again, and staring hard at Mr. Franklin. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• She lay motionless, with wide eyes staring motionless into the darkness, whilst he was sunk away in sleep, his arms round her. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .

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