Quotes About Observation

A lot of people lacked that gift: knowing when to fuck off. People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips. She looks nice today, I'd think, but somehow it wouldn't occur to me to say it out loud. My mom talked, my sister talked. I'd been raised to listen. So, sitting on the couch by myself, not talking, felt decadent.

I'd never noticed him anywhere near the pool, but he knew my swimwear cold, which was flattering and alarming at the same time.

People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips. She looks nice today, I'd think, but somehow it wouldn't occur to me to say it out loud.

No wedding ring. I wondered when I began to notice such things.

She began walking away from me, down the hallway—luminous white living rooms and sitting rooms and reading rooms blooming out on all sides—and I studied her. It was the first time we'd seen each other in almost a year. My hair was a different color—brown from red—but she didn't seem to notice. She looked exactly the same, though, not much older than I am now, although she's in her late forties. Glowing pale skin

I remember always being baffled by other children. I would be at a birthday party and watch the other kids giggling and making faces, and I would try to do that too, but I wouldn't understand why. I would sit there with the tight elastic thread of the birthday hat parting the pudge of my underchin, with the grainy frosting of the cake bluing my teeth, and I would try to figure out why it was fun. With Nick, I understood finally. Because he was so much fun. It was like dating a sea otter.

People judge. Fast

The old people sit, gray and pudding-like

He had the patience and optimism of someone who thought Jesus was watching.

No consigo recordar ni una sola cosa asombrosa que haya visto en persona que no me recordase de inmediato a una película o a un programa de televisión

Desi me examina.

She was] sitting across from us, her legs pressed together to one side, like a slash mark. Pretty/professional.

And she'd feel sorry for the kids, but not in a way that made her want to help, just in a way that made her not want to look at them anymore.

I remember always being baffled by other children. I would be at a birthday party and watch the other kids giggling and making faces, and I would try to do that too, but I wouldn't understand why.

Accusing: You have been seen. You will be seen.

Watching the river flow over fish-white feet, so intently, utterly self-possessed even as a child.

She made pronouncements: I like ponies. I hate spaghetti. I hate you. Like her mother, she had no poker face. No poker mood. It was all right there. When she wasn't angry or sad, she just didn't say much. Now, seat belted in back, taken along for the ride, she sat silently, her pink-blotched face aimed out the window, a finger against the glass, tracing the tops of trees outside.

I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips. She looks nice today, I'd think, but somehow it wouldn't occur to me to say it out loud.

I stared back—cows are the few animals that really seem to see you.

Stunned children stood in the middle of grubby yards.

Either way felt weird. Either way would lead to jokes. Trey was the kind of guy that would look for something just slightly but truly wrong about you that you didn't even notice and point it out to the whole room.

The one thing I suspected about Jim Jeffreys was that he must be Christian, churchy - he had the patience and optimism of someone who thought Jesus was watching.

supongo que para eso están los maridos. Para señalar lo que no somos capaces de ver por nosotras mismas, incluso aunque hagan falta cinco años.

We were the first human beings who would never see anythign for the first time. We stare at the wonders of the world, dull-eyed, underwhelmed.