Quotes About Observation

She looked at him and saw that his nostrils were slightly flared. In other respects he seemed completely at ease, acknowledging cheerfully the greetings of the Casino functionaries.

Miss Moneypenny would have been desirable but for eyes which were cool and direct and quizzical.

She has black hair, blue eyes, and splendid … er … protuberances. Back and front,' he added.

Bond broke into his warehouse one night and left a thermite bomb. He then went and sat in a café a mile away and watched the flames leap above the horizon of roof-tops and listened to the silver cascade of the fire-brigade bells.

There were no big fish about, but many lobsters were out of their holes looking huge and prehistoric in the magnifying lens of the water. Their stalk-like eyes glared redly at him and their foot-long spined antennae asked him for the password.

He was about six feet tall, slim and fit-looking. The eyes in the lean, slightly tanned face were a very clear grey-blue and as they observed the men they were cold and watchful. The narrowed, watchful eyes gave his good looks the dangerous, almost cruel quality that had frightened me

When I get on an aircraft all I can see outside is wing.' The American next to her had said, 'Listen, Ma'am, you go right on seeing that wing. Start worrying when you can't see it any longer.

He was supposed to be reading, but all he could do was watch her and love her bare arms, her Alice band, her straight back, the sweet tilt of her chin as she tucked the instrument under it...

I saw the same joy, the same uncontrollable smile in the faces of a Nigerian earth mama, a thin-lipped Scottish granny and a pale correct Japanese businessman as they wheeled their trolleys in and recognised a figure in the expectant crowd. Observing human variety can give pleasure, but so too can human sameness

Auch dies ein vertrautes Element - das Grauen, das er nicht sehen kann. Aus sicherer Entfernung beobachtete Katastrophen. Dem vielfachen Tod zuschauen, aber niemanden sterben sehen. Kein Blut, keine Schreie, überhaupt keine menschlichen Gestalten, nur die willfährige, in die Leere entlassene Phantasie.

Her forehead, so high and oval, reminded him of how Shakespeare was supposed to look. He was not certain how to put this to her.

My pleasure in reading is not necessarily the witnessing of something new, but of something familiar which I haven't seen described.

Now I must listen again to Claude's set piece on menu terms, as if he's the first ever to spot these unimportant absurdities. He lingers on "pan-fried." What is pan but a deceitful benediction on the vulgar and unhealthy fried?

The details were apt and convincing enough, but surely not so very difficult to marshal if you were halfway observant and had the patience to write them all down.

property, fed on each side by nationalistic stupidity. I summoned the Borges observation: two bald men fighting over a comb.

He tilted back his chair and surveyed his desk as one might a life.

and Fred Tackett. Suddenly a figure appeared before them. They had a moment to take him in. Early twenties, bright pink face, stringy, short leather jacket. Perhaps he wanted money.

the kind of child who seemed to start reading without anyone realising or noticing

You're an interesting woman. Your interest has been duly noted.

Give me a few minutes." "You have time." He sat in the grass. "Are you just going to sit there and watch me?" "Yes. Watching pretty peasant girls is what we poor little rich boys do best." "Peasant?" He shrugged. "You started the name calling.

Were you watching me sleep? Because I thought we agreed that's creepy.

The sight of me puffing and straining apparently amused him to no end.

You look like Curran. You have that pissy exasperated look on your face.

Okay, Juke said. Your horse is a donkey, your poodle is a giant wolf breed, and your boyfriend is whatever the hell he is. You have problems.