And I look right into his eyes, right into him as far as I can see, because I want him to hear me, I want him to hear me with everything I mean and feel and say.

Don’t look away. Look straight at everything. Look it all in the eye, good and bad.

If you stare at someone long enough, they'll eventually look back at you.

Find me now. Before someone else does.

He turned out the light and went into Jem's room. He would be there all night, and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning.

I tried to find something I already knew about life that might help me reach out and touch my brother and get him to look at me and himself.

He who searches for evil, must first look at his own reflection.

Look the world straight in the eye.

"So we forgive each other?" The crooked smile climbs up one more time. "Again?"
And I look right into his eyes, right into him as far as I can see, because I want him to hear me, I want him to hear me with everything I mean and feel and say.
"Always," I say to him. "Every time."

Can we live in a way where we look forward to looking back?

I like knocking on strangers’ doors, and when they answer and say hello, I respond, “I have returned, as prophesied.” Then I just stand there staring at them.

Why should I seek more?
I am the same as he.
His essence speaks through me.
I have been looking for myself.

From the depths of the mirror, a corpse gazed back at me. The look in his eyes, as they stared into mine, has never left me.

He never asks for endearment, all quiet,
Only gazes at me all the time,
And he bears with a blissful smile
This distressing oblivion of mine.