Quotes About Observation

Everyone looked better at a distance. Everyone sounded sweetest when you did not have to hear them talk too long.

You are always looking at people like this." And then she made a face, one he couldn't possibly begin to describe. "If I ever look like that," he said dryly, "precisely like that, to be more precise, I give you leave to shoot me.

But she was already in. Gareth couldn't help but stand back in admiration. Hyacinth Bridgerton was clearly a natural born athlete. Either that or a cat burglar.

They say that a smart person learns from her mistakes," she interrupted, her voice forcefully ending his protest. "But a truly smart person learns from other people's mistakes.

People saw what they expected to see. It was one of the basic truisms of life.

She was so beautiful it made her teeth ache. He made a mental note not to attempt poetry.

All three men looked at the woman in the doorway, but they all saw different things. Alex saw a rather attractive young lady with a remarkable air of vitality in her silver eyes. John saw the woman he'd come to like and admire tremendously this past week, looking rather fetching and grown-up in her new gown and coiffure. Dunford saw an angel.

Alex finally turned around and noticed that there were three women in the room. He quickly swept his eyes over them, taking in their comfortable position. As his gaze settled on Emma, she lifted her teacup to her lips and took a sip. "My, my," he drawled, "aren't we the best of friends?" All three women shot him irritated glances. Alex looked a trifle disgruntled at their collective unfavorable response to his presence.

They all turned to the dark-haired woman standing quietly to the side and slightly behind Aunt Charlotte. She was, in a word, gorgeous. Everything about her was perfection, from her shiny hair to her milky-white skin. Her face was heart-shaped, her lips full and pink, and her eyelashes were so long that Honoria thought they must touch her brows if she opened her eyes too wide. "Well," Honoria murmured to Iris, "at least no one will be looking at us.

Dizem que uma pessoa inteligente aprende com os seus erros (...), mas uma pessoa verdadeiramente inteligente aprende com os erros dos outros.

Anyone who took the time to really look at Francesca's eyes would have realized that they were quite their own color. As if the sky could even compare.

Was the world populated with blind men, or merely stupid ones?

You surprise me. I always thought you were a quiet one." "I am not quiet. It is simply that my husband is loud.

he was examining her as if he wanted to catalogue her every feature. "I wanted to see you," he whispered. He touched her cheek, then smoothed his thumb down the line of her jaw. "You're always in motion. I don't get to just see you.

But a truly smart person learns from other people's mistakes.

I heard her ask Lord Nebel how many sheep he was running on his estate. He didn't even know he was running sheep." "I have sheep, but from the look of it, all they do is eat. No running.

No one ever told you that when you became a parent, how much fun it was to watch them do the quietest things. Sleeping and thinking.

They say that a smart person learns from her mistakes," she interrupted, her voice forcefully ending his protest. "But a truly smart person learns from other people's mistakes." She pulled away, then turned to face him. "I'd like to think I'm a truly smart person. Please don't take that away from me.

Benedict, and Colin were still standing in the foyer. Anthony was studying the ceiling, Benedict was pretending to inspect his fingernails, and Colin was staring quite shamelessly.

She'd wanted to steal one last glance at him and memorize his stance—that singular way he held himself when he stood, hands behind his back, legs slightly apart. Lucy knew that hundreds of men stood the same way, but on him it was different.

Anyone who took the time to really look at Francesca's eyes would have realized that they were quite their own color." ... "He seemed to dream in blue these days. Francesca blue, the color ought to be called.

She'd never been good with flowers, hadn't bothered to learn the names, but there was stalky white one, and a bit of purple, and something that was almost blue.

I have found that happy people are dull. You two, on the other hand, looked ready to spit nails. Naturally I came right over." She looked from Hugh to Sarah and then said plainly, "Entertain me.

If one was always at the eye of the proverbial storm, could one discern the slant of the rain, feel the bite of the wind? Maybe she was a wallflower. There was no shame in that. Especially not if one enjoyed being a wallflower.