Quotes About Watchful

An oppressive odor met us when we crossed the threshold, an odor I had met many times in rain-rotted gray houses where there are coal-oil lamps, water dippers, and unbleached domestic sheets. It always made me afraid, expectant, watchful.

Now, understand. If we can put this over with Papa and the chief, we're going to watch you like a hawk!" "Four hawks!" said Sister.

Mind the corner of that chair, my very dear Mrs Slagg, and oh! my dear woman, you must look where you're going, by all that's circumspect, you really must.

If the future remains uncertain, we know the past history of nationalism. And that should be sufficient to encourage a habit of watchful suspicion.

Our success in Singapore was a Herculean effort by the whole team. Now I am determined to deliver on all we promised. I will be watching like a hawk.

Well, best to remain vigilant. It's when everything is calm that you need to be most alert.

First let me take a piece of chalk and draw a circle round you, so you're safe. There. Now I'll stand guard, keeping a weather eye open for anything threatening, and we can catch up with each other while we wait.

cottage was a cat, staring at him with watchful eyes. He had the impression it was the same cat as he had killed in his fury. He despised the supernatural. Human beings worked constantly to make their gods unnecessary.

I was a screen-- I was their protector. The more I saw, the less they would.

What had come to pass within his walls lingered there as an obsession importunate to all his senses; it lived again, as a cluster of pleasant memories, at every hour and in every object; it made everything but itself irrelevant and tasteless. It remained, in a word, a conscious watchful presence, active on its own side, forever to be reckoned with, in face of which the effort at detachment was scarcely less futile than frivolous.

For you yourselves know that the day of the Lord so comes as a thief in the night. 1 Thessalonians 5:2

But he had heavy hands with thick muscular fingers and black fingernails and there was a look of power to him, a coiled tight set to the way he stood, balanced, ugly, slightly contemptuous, but watchful, trying to gauge Chamberlain's strength.

Watch out for the icy patch

I know God is watching out for me, and he's saying, 'OK, son, watch your step now. You can be in these places, but just be careful. Keep your guard up.'

He] bowed his head, crossing himself, and so fervently did he pray that he almost missed the sound of the footsteps crossing the courtyard. But a man who has watched through many a long night waiting for that slight intake of breath that in the assassin makes before he sticks the dagger your back or slices his knife across your throat, can never again give himself over to prayer or sleep or even love-making without his sixth sense remaining ever watchful.

He kept a watchful eye on politics through his reading of numerous newspapers and had aides keep him updated on the results of elections so that he could immediately send congratulatory letters to the winners. Knowing that those who lost might be back again, in that office or some other, he sent them letters too, thanking them for their service to their country.

He was about six feet tall, slim and fit-looking. The eyes in the lean, slightly tanned face were a very clear grey-blue and as they observed the men they were cold and watchful. The narrowed, watchful eyes gave his good looks the dangerous, almost cruel quality that had frightened me

At best he read popular science magazines like the Scientific American he had now, to keep himself up-to-date, in layman's terms, with physics generally. But even then his concentration was marred, for a lifetime's habit made him inconveniently watchful for his own name. He saw it as if in bold. It could leap out at him from an unread double page of small print, and sometimes he could sense it coming before the page turn.

These names mean nothing to Perowne. But he understands how eminent poets, like senior consultants, live in a watchful, jealous world in which reputations are edgily tended and a man can be brought low by status anxiety. Poets, or at least this poet, are as earthbound as the rest.

No. I don't go through your things. I just come once in a while to make sure you're in one piece. I like knowing you're safe, asleep in your bed. I haven't stolen anything...

The guard's gaze was on him, the eyes hard and piercing.

Avirzah'e Tartaruchi; a prince of artisans. He was fearsome to look at; I saw a murderer's soul, but perhaps that was only artifice on his part. His pale skin had a sallow tinge, causing him to stand out from his deepest red. His mouth smiled in a lazy, sensual way, but his eyes were hooded and watchful.

The darkness was electric, almost vigilant.

what I call your 'spiritual security'—knowing that your family will be there watching out for you. Nothing else will give you that.