Quotes About Observation

It's the rare man (even among supposed metrosexuals) who can so satisfyingly acknowledge the details of your outfit the way a woman can.

This seemed to drive home the basic principle that perspective and distance affect perception.

The last time I saw a brow that low I was watching slides in anthropology class

Why are you offering me ten thousand dollars a month for babysitting? You didn't pay the nannies that. It's ridiculous. For ten thousand a month, you should not only get child care, you should get your house cleaned, your laundry done, your tires rotated, and if I were you, I'd insist on nightly blow jobs. Did you think I wouldn't notice that you're still trying to keep your thumb on me?

Kid, I've only known you two days and I've seen you plastered three times. He shook his head. A bar would not be a good career move for you.

You go to a party or whatever, and you spend the whole night zeroing in on the woman in red, the blonde in the corner, the girl with the big laugh, and then, as you are leaving, you see someone out of the corner of your eye, her hair glinting in the light, her long neck tilted slightly as she listens intently to the person next to her. And you know she's the one you should of talked to.

took him to a rink. Andy had watched the other skaters

Increased attention meant more scrutiny and scorn.

What the eye does not see, the stomach does not get upset over.

Then we cleaned up, and put everything straight (a continual labour, which was beginning to afford me a pretty clear insight into a question that had often posed me—namely, how a woman with the work of only one house on her hands manages to pass away her time)

It is not that I object to work, mind you; I like work; it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.

Your friend's beauty, said he, I should describe as elusive. It is there, but you can easily miss it. Now, in that cap, to my mind, you do miss it.

That trout lay shattered into a thousand fragments - I say a thousand, but they may only have been nine hundred. I did not count them.

concern. "I did not see any activity—no one

We will watch Him and watch and watch and watch... forever, I think.

Looking at cleavage is like looking at the sun. You can't stare at it. It's too risky. You get a sense of it and then you look away.

She might be pointing to a doorway, or a person, or the sky. But such things were so common to my eyes, so undistinguished, that they would register as nothing I walked in a gray world of nothing.

I'm looking over a four-leaf clover that I overlooked before.

I didn't realize we were being watched. We were all being watched

I had to get out. Move. I ran through neighborhoods, other lives, other worlds. Solipsism. A man on his lawn mower. Green and yellow. A high-school kid with earphones, washing his car, suds creeping down the driveway. High in the bright blue sky the moon showed like a fading fingerprint. It seemed so weak, so out of place, as if it stumbled into broad daylight by mistake. Unseen protons dying by the billions.

What she saw, she felt. Her eyes went straight to her heart. The old man on the bench, for example, made her cry. The lumberjack ants made her laugh. The door of many colours put her in such a snit of curiosity that i had to drag her away;she felt she could not proceed with her life until she knocked on such a door.

Did you ever see a little kid's face when he spots a penny on a sidewalk?

We walked in silence. Yellow blooms had appeared on a cactus, and for some reason that made me incredibly sad. The purple of the mountains flowed like watercolour. (P. 103) ~ Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli

Same old across-the-street Dorothy he had known all his life. And yet, somehow, not the same old Dorothy. Though she looked the same as always, Palmer had been seeing something else in her lately. Whatever it was, it registered not in his eyes but in his feelings, and was most clearly known to him by its absence in the company of anyone but her. It made him feel floating.