Quotes About Observation

Well, Watson, what do you make of it?' Holmes was sitting with his back to me, and I had given him no sign of my occupation. 'How did you know what I was doing? I believe you have eyes in the back of your head.' 'I have, at least, a well-polished, silver-plated coffee-pot in front of me', said he.

Leaning back in the cab, this amateur bloodhound carolled away like a lark while I mediated upon the many-sidedness of the human mind.

I am inclined to think--' said I. I should do so, Sherlock Holmes remarked impatiently. I believe I am one of the most long-suffering of mortals; but I'll admit I was annoyed at the sardonic interruption. 'Really, Holmes,' said I severely, 'you are a little trying at times.

I reached this one, said my friend, by sitting upon five pillows and consuming an ounce of shag. I think, Watson, that if we drive to Baker-street we shall just be in time for breakfast.

Evidência circunstancial é uma coisa ilusória - respondeu Holmes de modo pensativo; - pode demonstrar claramente determinado pormenor, mas se você alterar o seu ponto de vista, por pouco que seja, poderá notar que a evidência aponta de modo comprometedor noutra direcção completamente oposta.

Sólo ha pasado una cosa importante durante los últimos tres días, y es que nada ha pasado.

Watson, posee usted el don inapreciable de saber guardar silencio…

My dear Watson, you as a medical man are continually gaining light as to the tendencies of a child by the study of the parents. Don't you see that the converse is equally valid. I have frequently gained my first real insight into the character of parents by studying their children." —Sherlock Holmes, "The Adventure of the Copper Beeches

And please return it. You may think this a strange request, but I find that although my friends are poor arithmeticians, they are nearly all of them good bookkeepers.

She discovered that the most comfortable position in society was slightly off to the side...

My favorite technique for detaching is to imagine that the world around me is a wonderful movie to learn from and enjoy, but I'm not the star of it. Just as I'd never get so lost in a film that I'd jump out of my seat and run toward the screen, I restrain myself from feeling the urge to absorb the energies around me and call them my own. Using this technique, I can observe the events around me with creative detachment.

turned to look out the windscreen

I'm never going to believe a Poirot mystery again. Never. All those witnesses going, Yes, I remember it was 3:06 p.m. exactly, because I glanced at the clock as I reached for the sugar tongs, and Lady Favisham was quite clearly sitting on the right-hand side of the fireplace. Bollocks. They have no idea where Lady Favisham was, they just don't want to admit it in front of Poirot. I'm amazed he gets anywhere.

It was in the forest. No one saw it or heard it. So did it actually happen?

don't look back once, the entire time I'm talking to her. But I can feel his eyes on me all the time. Like sunshine.

Other people's eyes are limitless and that's what scares me.

She's not talking to me. She's talking to the Imaginary Daily Mail Judge, who constantly watches her life and gives it marks out of ten.

I can't help giving her the Mummy Once-Over myself, and she's one of those mothers who wears Crocs over nubbly homemade socks. (Why would you do that? Why?)

Standing behind a pillar toward the back, tall and dark and solid, his eyes fixed on mine. Looking at me and no one else. And as I gaze back at him, I feel restored.

But I've had a lot of time to think about this, and if you ask me, most people underestimate eyes. For a start they're powerful. They have range. You focus on someone thirty metres away, through a whole bunch of people, and they know you're looking at them. What other bit of human anatomy can do that?

The idea of Kai and Luke sitting at a table discussing his pecs nearly made me snort out my coconut water.

How did I guess? From you . . . I mean, you look pregnant." "No, I don't! No one else has guessed!" "They must have. It's completely obvious!

I am an early riser,' he says at last. 'So I watch Owen wake up every morning. And each morning reveals something new. The light catches his face in a particular way; he has a fresh thought; he shares a memory. Love is finding one person infinitely fascinating.' John seems lost in thought again - then comes to. 'And so... not an achievement, my dear.' He gives me a mild, kind smile. 'Rather, a privilege.

If you spend most of your time turned away from people, you get to know what they're doing without having to see it.