Quotes About Observation

The door opened to reveal something like the opposite of Inspector Genette: a very big man. Prognathous, callipygous, steatopygous, exophthalmos—toad, newt, frog—even the very words were ugly.

They weren't graceful, being so low and foursquare. They reminded Mary of otters she had seen in zoos, the way otters moved on land; but otters were very graceful underwater. For wolverines, this was it. Not graceful. But of course this was a human perspective; they were also obviously capable, confident, happy on the snow.

No, we're the two old Muppets on the balcony, cracking lame jokes.

him. That in itself was deeply worrying. It was Jeff, one of our mountaineers, who followed a snowmobile track to an unobtrusive hole. He then came back and got Lance, the team's other mountaineer, looking

Not to mention the fact that the name of the plumbing, heating, and air-conditioning company he worked for had been stitched on the upper left-hand side of it. His working attire had told Serena everything she'd needed to know, and since she had hired that very company in the past for some of

he had forgotten, if he had ever begun to understand, how small a part people played in others' lives and how little they knew about them, even if they saw them every day.

See that car?' It was Welch's, parked slightly nearer one kerb than the other

What did she think about behind that tranquil face of hers? Whatever the provocation, she never clenched her jaws, swore or got angry. Did she watch everything from a distance, as if even her own life was happening to someone else? Nobody could see it but instead of a face, she wore a mask. No, Ravan wanted to rephrase that. What he and everybody else saw was the mask, not what went on inside.

The less there is to look at, the more important it is that we look at it closely and carefully. This is critical to abstract art. Small differences make all the difference.

Well, bless my soul, what stupid creatures one has to mix with in this world!

Det kan regne og storme, det er ikke derpaa det kommer an, ofte kan en liten Glæde bemægtige sig en paa en Regnveirsdag og faa en til at gaa avsides med sin Lykke. Man stiller sig da op og gir sig til at se ret frem, nu og da ler man tyst og ser sig omkring. Hvad tenker man paa? En klar Rute i et Vindu, en Solstraale i Ruten, en Utsigt til en liten Bæk og kanske til en blaa Rift på Himlen. Det behøver ikke at være mere.

El inteligente pobre es un observador mucho más fino que el rico inteligente. El pobre mira a su alrededor a cada paso que da, espía suspicazmente cada palabra que oye a las gentes que encuentra; a cada paso que da él mismo impone a sus pensamientos y sus sentimientos un deber, una norma. Tiene el oído fino, es impresionable, es un hombre experimentado, su alma tiene quemaduras.

Wasn't Pan sitting in a tree watching to see how I would comport myself? Wasn't his belly open, and wasn't he hunched over so that he seemed to be drinking from his own belly? But all this he did only so he could cock his eye and watch me, and the whole tree shook from his silent laughter when he saw that my thoughts were running away with me.

hadde ikke fulgt med i stedets og menneskenes opsving, nu var det ingen som ikke åt makaroni med han vann og det smakte godter av det og det smakte lækkert ister av det, og de måtte bare såsandt ha hat en duvende makaroniskog her også likesom i utlandet!

And looking at animals in cages doesn't interest me in general. They know we are standing there looking at them–they sense the hundreds of inquisitive looks, and it has an effect on them.

It wasn't that we started to look at things because there was now a mechanism by which to see them. There first had to be a will to see, buried somewhere inside living things. Without it, the mechanism would never have taken shape.

Bir yerde küçük insanlar?n büyük gölgeleri varsa, o yerde güneÅŸ bat?yor demektir.

He can learn things about me through your blood. Can learn about my sister! She briefly covered her mouth. He can see everything we've done! I don't want that leech to know what we do in private. Lothaire strolled up, making a scoffing sound. As if I don't watch you two live from a distance.

Regin to Fegley: I finally understand what a dickie-do is. Your gut does stick out more than your dickie do.

Yes, wolf, I see all. And by all, I mean some.

We're watching your mate," Sian said. "Well done. She's horrifyingly lovely.

And as much as he'd been watching me, he'd been studying Jack. Earlier, when we'd been forced to slow on a washed-out mountain pass, Jack had finally snapped, "What the hell are you looking at?" "Something about you is not right." "You got a lot of nerve to be saying that about me, Grim Reaper.

I had an uncanny knack for sizing up males—I was a regular "manalyst." My secret? I always went negative, and the guys, well, they always accommodated.

Gabriel followed my gaze. "From up on high, I see things that can't be random—shapes, designs, clues—all the time." I blinked again. From here, those white stacks kind of looked like stars in an inky sky. "Empress, I have the senses of both angel and animal, and I recognize the gods' return.