Quotes About Observation

It's weird, how much he's noticed me. Like the attention he's paid to my hunting. And apparently, I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either. The flour. The wrestling. I have kept track of the boy with the bread.

That I knew I'd misjudged you. That you do love him. I'm not saying in what way. Maybe you don't even know yourself. But anyone paying attention could see how much you care about him.

Me pilló completamente por sorpresa. Después de todo el tiempo que había pasado con Gale, de observar cómo hablaba, se reía, fruncía el ceño, cabría esperar que supiese todo lo que había que saber de sus labios. Sin embargo, no me había imaginado el calor que desprendían al unirse a los míos. Ni que aquellas manos, las manos que podían montar la más intrincada de las trampas también pudiera atraparme a mí con la misma facilidad.

Peeta rolls his eyes at Haymitch. "She has no idea. The effect she can have." He runs his fingernail along the wood grain in the table, refusing to look at me.

Does everyone look younger asleep?

Alma Coin, the president of 13, who just watches. She's fifty or so, with gray hair that falls in an unbroken sheet to her shoulders. I'm somewhat fascinated by her hair, since it's so uniform, so without a flaw, a wisp, even a split end. Her eyes are gray, but not like those of people from the Seam. They're very pale, as if almost all the color has been sucked out of them. The color of slush that you wish would melt away.

look. The fireball

Neste momento tens tanto encanto como uma lesma morta.

Tick, tock," I hear behind me. I turn and see Wiress has crawled over. Her eyes are focused on the jungle.

Haymitch said you wanted to talk to me," I say. "Look at you, for starters." It's like he's waiting for me to transform into a hybrid drooling wolf right before his eyes.

I know he's been through hell and back, and yet somehow the observation rubs me the wrong way. "Well, you've looked better.

Why don't they leave? Why do they stay to watch? And now I know. It's because you have to.

I dropped my gaze, embarrassed, and that's when I saw it. The first dandelion of the year.

patch of dandelions by the track. I only see the image for a moment,

I've caught the eye of an inquisitive-looking little girl in a lemon yellow coat.

There's something else there as well, something entirely her own. An ability to look into the confusing mess of life and see things for what they are.

That's when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I've seen someone do. It's like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play.

I get a glimpse of the blond braid down her back. Then, as she yanks off her coat to cover a wailing child, I notice the duck tail formed by her untucked shirt. I have the same reaction I did the day Effie Trinket called her name at the reaping.

Besides I like watching you sleep. You don't scowl. Improves your looks a lot.

I had a thought," Bradshaw said into the silence. "Amazing," Tristan returned dryly.

My mother is a firm believer in the long pause, useful in interrogations, proclamations of truth, and the occasional cutting dead of someone without their knowing it.

From a distance, Giacomo reflected—say, the distance from their table to Silvia and Lucy's table—her gaze might look adoring. From close to, however—say, the distance across this table—it most definitely did not.

Did you seem them?

We say concentration, but to concentrate your mind on something is not the true purpose of Zen. The true purpose is to see thing as they are, to observe things as they are, and to let everything go as it goes. This is to put everything under control in its widest sense.