Quotes About Observation

I saw a man with a wooden leg and a real foot.

Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until they speak.

I watched the Indy 500, and I was thinking that if they left earlier they wouldn't have to go so fast.

I was a peripheral visionary. I could see the future, but only way off to the side.

Journalism is the art of coming too late as early as possible. I'll never master that.

Dressed as man, and with all the poise of someone at least six years older, he had learned quickly from his Magravandian classmates.

Time stood still, ignored the event.

He'd never eaten out with Owen before, and their clothes invoked curious glances from the staff of the restaurant.

He did not look at their faces, only their grins.

He was an observer of what was happening rather than a participant. There could be neither enjoyment or disgust, only awareness.

Owen jumped up and helped himself to more wine. Othman could almost smell the boy's anxiety. He, more than the more innocent Lily, sensed the potential simmering in the room. Othman observed Owen's taut back. His reserve must be broken down.

Varian walked into the room, his face expressionless. He was wearing his hat with the blue feather, and a long crushed velvet coat, of deepest blue, which was covered in intricate embroidery. His hands were heavy with enormous jewelled rings. Affluence seemed to roll off him in waves. He inspected Finnigin for a few long moments.

I had not observed her for several months, and look what had happened.

Shem noticed a reserve in Daniel's tone, a stony reticence that had not been there before.

My dear, if you insist on spending so much time among humans, you will start thinking like them.

To those watching him, he appeared to dance as he walked.

It was best to shun such places. But the places summoned, as if they yearned for his observation, as if, without it, they would not be real in this world, or would decay. Sometimes they had birthed new myths for him to catalogue.

I realised I was witnessing the unprecedented sight of my father being teased.

More than anything, he liked to experience the effect he had on other people.

The Pelleth were too eager to have Daniel in their ranks, and although Meggie and Betsy cleverly disguised their fervour, Emma could sense it behind their words, boiling away like a kettle on the old black range.

He realised there was another world going about its business around him, but he was never drawn into it, never a witness to its tragedies and celebrations.

For several minutes, I leaned upon the rail, gazing out across the city of Sacramente, breathing in its riot of scents; the hot flesh-smell beneath me, the flower haze above.

My Lord, the booty of the day is meagre in quantity, but rich in quality. Observe the beauty of this youth.

Emma realised how beautiful Daniel had become. In Little Moor, she'd seen him as a gawky boy, but now his svelte body was that of a very attractive young man.