"Now there's a look that says 'I hope you're tired of having testicles'."
"Was it my evidence or the power of my glare that broke the lock?"
"Aww, Hinjo's gonna be peeved that I got Lien sacrificed to my god. He'll probably give that stern paladin look to my eviscerated remains."
"All I could do was glare at the alien ship, hoping if I hated them strongly enough, they would explode. This never works, but one must try it anyway — one feels it
ought to work if your loathing is sufficiently sincere."
"Your Flower Power cannot compare to my Glower Power!"
"Now, Santa Snatchers. Gaze upon my >:("
"Shhh. I'm trying to kill you with my eyes."
"I am not leaving my buddy, Jimmy! ...unless he looks at me like that. Uh. BYE, JIM!"
"Paddington had a very persistent stare when he cared to use it. It was a very powerful stare. One which his Aunt Lucy had taught him and which he kept for special occasions."
"They're not just glaring. They're trying to emit laser beams from their eyes."
"My goodness, that face Miss Wormwood had would've made trees burst into flame."
"'I've got it!' announced Amelia Bedelia. 'You can have twins—a boy and a girl!' Her mom sputtered, coughed, and sprayed water all over her plate and the table. 'Gee, Mom,' said Amelia Bedelia. 'Is that how a lady is supposed to drink water?' Amelia Bedelia's mother was coughing too much to reply, but she gave Amelia Bedelia a look that told her she was a tiny baby step away from being sent to her room."
— Amelia Bedelia Unleashed
, one of the Young Amelia Bedelia
"Oh dear. If looks could stake."
Aeron gave him a baleful look, the look that had been known to sour wells and make women barren.
M's look spoke of Siberian wastes, or preferably, Camp No. 19 at Lesnoy on the so-called Dubrovlag which has facilities for foreigners.
He was such a quiet boy, it was hard to believe he had that much venom in him to put into a single glare, but there he was, managing it.
Ren held her gaze for a good few seconds, wordlessly challenging her with a single cold look.
For a moment she flashed him a look that should have left his shadow on the smoking remains of the wall opposite...
I lurched up and looked at Mbogo, and Mbogo looked at me. He was 50 to 60 yards off, his head low, his eyes staring right down my soul. He looked at me as if he hated my guts. He looked as if I had despoiled his fiancÚ, murdered his mother and burned down his house. He looked at me as if I owed him money. I never saw such malevolence in the eyes of any animal or human being before or since. So I shot him.