Quotes About Observation

He mounted the stairs. "You're a romantic, Daisy. It's not that I think I'm so irresistible—God knows, I don't—but over the years it's been my observation that the minute any man puts a red flag in front of a woman, she changes it in her mind to a green one.

No soy uno de esos cínicos que cree que el amor no existe, porque lo he visto en otras personas. Pero yo no puedo sentirlo. Ni por una mujer ni por nadie. Nunca he amado.

He wanted to draw her nude. Every part of her. To capture her sensuality in pen and ink: the way she relished food, slipped her fingers into her hair, stroked the stem of her wineglass. The way she lifted her arms to stretch and tugged on her lower lip with her upper one. He'd watched her raise goose bumps on her own skin simply by stroking the inside of her wrist with the tips of her fingers, yet she seemed oblivious to this part of herself.

Blue-nak elakadt a lélegzete. - Jézusom, csak nem vette elÅ'? Dean nem tehetett róla. Lenézett az ágyékára. A lány azonban a minibárt nézte. Ledobta a vázlatfüzetét, elrohant a férfi mellett és felkapta az árlistát. - Ezt nézze! Huszonöt dollár egy kisüveges ásványvíz. Három dollár egy Snickers. Egy Snickers!

Daisy greeted her pleasantly, but the girl's Bambi eyes

Facts don't change. How we see them does.

llevo años observando que cuanto más indiferente se muestra un hombre, más interesada se vuelve la mujer.

Did anybody tell you that you're a few french fries short of a Happy Meal?

this is cherries, too. (looking again) I declare I believe that's the only one.

And keep your eye out, Mrs. Peters, for anything that might be of use. No telling; you women might come upon a clue to the motive—and that's the thing we need." Mr. Hale rubbed his face after the fashion of a show man getting ready for a pleasantry. "But would the women know a clue if they did come upon it?" he said; and, having delivered himself of this, he followed the others through the stair door.

Then she looked again, and she wasn't so sure; in fact, she hadn't at any time been perfectly sure about Mrs. Peters. She had that shrinking manner, and yet her eyes looked as if they could see a long way into things.

she sipped her drink and tried not to stare at Dalgliesh. But he was murderously handsome, dark as a gypsy, with sleepy, bedroom eyes, his hunter's gaze shuttered now that he was lounging relaxed in his chair, his brandy glass resting on his chest. His legs were stretched out before him…

Life is so full of portents and signs and symbols that it's a wonder not everyone is a writer.

I don't even recognize that life and the person living it from my spot on this bed.

The camera is an excuse to be someplace you otherwise don't belong. It gives me both a point of connection and a point of separation.

what we see is not always what is. And what is, we often cannot see until we train our eyes to see it.

Hurried people miss many things. They see only what is right on top. . .

I don't turn to greeting cards for wisdom and advice, but they are a fine reflection of the general drift of the culture.

Sometimes it's harder to notice a place you think you know well; you eyes glide over it, seeing it but not seeing it at all. It's almost as if familiarity gives you a kind of temporary blindness. I had to force myself to look harder and try to see beyond the concept of library that was so latent in my brain.

Sometimes it's harder to notice a place you think you know well; your eyes glide over it, seeing it but not seeing it at all. It's almost as if familiarity gives you a kind of temporary blindness.

Don't you know you're beautiful?" Fanny picked up one of my hands as casually as she would a teacup. "Look at this, look at these delicate bones, nails as glossy as porcelain. I can't stand it." She dropped my hand and fell back into her chair in one motion. "I think it's that curl of a smile that finally does them in—partway between a sneer and a laugh. Makes them work to impress you.

The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people's reality, and eventually in one's own.

Do stuff. be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration's shove or society's kiss on your forehead. Pay attention. It's all about paying attention. attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. stay eager.

A writer, I think, is someone who pays attention to the world." [ Speech upon being awarded the Friedenspreis des Deutschen Buchhandels (Peace Prize of the German Book Trade) , Frankfurt Book Fair, October 12, 2003]