Quotes About Observation

Ele tinha a impressão de ser um pedaço de gelo que as correntes levavam para onde queriam. Mantinha a cabeça virada para a margem. Olhava a charneca na aurora onde começava a nascer e a errar a bruma. Respirava com dificuldade.

El tamiz de los cuentos es el ojo de la cerradura.

Another person's life, observed from the outside, always has a shape and definition that one's own life lacks.

Pushing herself up to a sitting position, she rubbed the side of her face and then blinked at what seemed to be a solid Avail of business suits. She looked up. 'Mount Rushmore,' she said. 'Little far west of home for this time of year?' The

he was a sleekit, spying yadswiver

If only faces could talk....

I can't defend this position, but I think I take photographs because there are things that nobody would see unless I photographed them.

The camera is an instrument of detection…we photograph what we know and what we don't know… when I point my camera at something I am asking a question and the photograph is sometimes an answer… In other words, I am not trying to prove anything. I am the one who is getting the lesson.

The view from outside is a better place to examine a society.

If you could just see your face," she told me. "You look like a cat in a bathtub.

Anna followed, keeping a sharp eye out for things he might back into or over. She wondered if Isaac did this all the time-and, if so, how he avoided getting photos in the paper with captions like "Local Alpha Trips Over Child" or "Wolf Versus Street Sign, Street Sign Wins.

My father said that a silent person is trying to hide something.

I like what you've done to your face," Ben said, tapping his eye.

Charles sat in lone splendor on a huge couch in the middle of Angus's spacious living room--while the other ten or twelve people present made themselves at home on the other side of the room. Anna surveyed the scene. "Okay," she said. "Who's been being a grouch?

Honey, ... When a wolf watches a lamb, he's not thinking about the lamb's mommy.

Cain's hairy titties," muttered Ben, joining me in my observation of the rural setting. "What hermit was so misguided in life that he was hanging around this peopleless landscape at the bell end of the night and happened to see a freaking goblin disappear into a hay barn? And for that matter, goblins are city denizens like me. What the shagging hell is it doing out here?

Some people are like Slinkies. They aren't really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to my face when I push them down a flight of stairs.

She slanted a thoughtful look at Bran, who was talking animatedly with my stepfather. My stepfather was a dentist. Bran ruled werewolves. I didn't want to know what they had in common to get that excited about.

She glanced surreptitiously at Charles, but he was eating the way he usually did—like a well-mannered starving person who wasn't sure where his next meal with coming from.

But coincidences, in Charles's experience, were as rare as hen's teeth.

Interesting, thought Brother Wolf, seeing wounded prey. An easy meal.

It was a look I'd seen directed at me, but not by Sherwood. "You're a

And there were fringe benefits to following Charles around - the view for one.

Some people are like Slinkies. They aren't really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to my face when I push them down a flight of stairs.