Quotes About Observation

The rare moment is not the moment when there is something worth looking at, but the moment when we are capable of seeing.

I think that the whole voyeuristic attitude of filmmakers or of me personally - of shooting documentaries and so forth - is an important issue.

These younger doctors are the immediate interface with clinical medicine for the students. The students trail their interns and residents every waking minute and absorb from them how medicine is done—how it is spoken, thought, written, performed, attired, and equipped.

showed trees, sky, half a cat

open your eyes for us Ã¢â'¬Â¦ it's not too exciting

just want to be alone to watch the

questions. "What did you see

If you feel that the thrill is long gone out of your leadership position, I guarantee if you will commit yourself to identifying and developing the strengths in your people, you'll experience a resurgence of excitement in your career. It will require you to really observe, analyze, and study each team member's habits, actions, and responses to critical situations. It's a quest that will help you continue to discover new strengths in individuals, including your kids.

Sometimes he felt her watching him in return. Studying him. Once he heard her breathing stop, then start then stop again. 'What is it?' he asked, and she frowned a little. I'm trying to breathe with you.

But when Tel Hasani wasn't looking, he cast a worried eye over the snake, just incase there were any family resemblances.

It's probably polite to pretend you don't see people coming out of pawnshops, anyhow.

He opened the door wider. He's waiting. He gave me what was probably meant to be a significant wink, but a corner of his mouth moved more than his eye did and the result was a fairly startling face.

If the Old Man said something was so, then it probably was, because he was one of these cautious babies who'll look out the window at a cloudburst and say, It seems to be raining, on the off-chance that somebody's pouring water off the roof.

Samuel Spade's jaw was long and bony, his chin a jutting v under the more flexible v of his mouth. His nostrils curved back to make another, smaller, v. His yellow-grey eyes were horizontal. The V motif was picked up again by thickish brows rising outward from twin creases above a hooked nose, and his pale brown hair grew down--from high flat temples--in a point on his forehead. He looked rather pleasantly like a blond Satan.

Nora was eating a piece of cold duck with one hand and working on a jig-saw puzzle with the other when I got home. I thought you'd gone to live with her, she said. You used to be a detective: find me a brownish piece shaped something like a snail with a long neck. Piece of duck or puzzle?...

Alice opened the door when I rang. She had on green pyjamas and held a hairbrush in one hand. She looked wearily at Quinn and spoke wearily: Bring it in. I took it in and spread it on a bed. It mumbled something I could not make out and moved one hand feebly back and forth, but its eyes stayed shut.

His eyes burned yellowly.

I was reading a sign high on the wall behind the bar: ONLY GENUINE PRE-WAR AMERICAN AND BRITISH WHISKEYS SERVED HERE I was trying to count how many lies could be found in those nine words, and had reached four, with promise of more...

I had seen the girl somewhere before. She was a slender girl in a glistening blue gown that exhibited a generous spread of front, back and arms that were worth showing. She had a mass of dark brown hair above an oval face of the color that pink ought to be. Her eyes were wide-set and of a gray shade that wasn't altogether unlike the shadows on polished silver that the poet had compared them to. The Girl With The Silver Eyes

The chief winked at me, an athletic wink in which all his facial muscles took part....

He stood beside the fireplace and looked at her with eyes that studied, weighed, judged her without pretense that they were not studying, weighing, judging her.

looking at Spade with cobalt-blue eyes that were both shy and probing.

Violence and smut are of course everywhere on the airwaves. You cannot turn on your television without seeing them, although sometimes you have to hunt around.

They looked plainly scared, except for one, a wiry boy with bright orange hair—not the largest of the lot, but the one who seemed to be in charge. He had an air about him, Alf thought, the look of a boy who doesn't miss much.