Quotes About Observation

He watched, somewhat fascinated as she swished a slice of bacon through the pool of syrup. His steely-minded cop had the appetite of a five-year-old.

It all jibed, and the books would close on Jasper as death by misadventure. Unofficially, Eve labeled it death by stupidity, but there wasn't a place on the sheet for that particular observation. - Lt. Eve Dallas on a drunk fall off the roof

What are you doing? Washing your hair, he murmured and proceeded to stroke and massage the shampoo into her short, sopping cap of hair. I'm going to enjoy smelling my soap on you. His lips curved. You're a fascinating woman, Eve. Here we are, wet, naked, both of us half dead from a very memorable night, and still you watch me with very cool, very suspicious eyes. You're a suspicious character, Roarke. I think that's a compliment.

Lieutenant Dallas has just given you a brief demonstration of why she's one of the most valuable assets of the NYPSD. She observes, deduces, and reports with accuracy.

Cut it out." She gave Peabody a shove. "You're making my eye twitch." "We're just sitting here." "I know sex giggles when I hear them." "I wasn't giggling." "Not you. Him." McNab just grinned at her. "Those were manly chuckles." "You're cops. Be cops.

He lifted his glass, smiled over the rim at Eve. And when someone said his name, and he glanced toward them, Eve saw something come into his eyes, just a flash of it. A something she'd only seen when he looked at her. It was gone, shuttered down into polite pleasure. But it had been there. Very slowly, Eve tracked her gaze over, and saw her.

One might be a coincidence." Hands on her hips, she turned back. "Put them together it's a pattern.

Eve supposed everything about Nadine looked mag, from her sweep of streaky blonde hair to the toes of her jazzed shoes. She had a foxy, angular face, observant green eyes, and a slim body that curved appropriately in her on-camera suit of power red. She was smart, she was sneaky, she was cynical. And for reasons Eve imagined neither of them fully understood, they'd become friends.

Why do they stare? They're always staring. Like dolls," she said as they walked into the building. "Or sharks." "I

It worked because, lo and behold, she suddenly remembered her good friend Ariel mentioning she'd seen a strange guy hanging around in the neighborhood." "I'm shocked and stunned. What does lo mean? I get the behold, but what is lo and why is it always handing with behold?" "Behold must like it because it always lets lo come first.

Watch the road! Don't look at me, look at the road. Except it's not really a road. It's a track. What are these damn bushes, and why are they here?" "It's fuchsia. Lovely, aren't they?" They made her think of blood spatter, possibly resulting from a massacre by a battalion of farm animals.

Roarke made some notations on the fax—a

Creative people study other people; and music is a science as much as an art, an emotion as much as a science.

What are you smiling at?" she snapped at Roarke. "I'm a man, and I'm sitting here having coffee and cookies while two beautiful women snarl at each other. Being a man I'm required to wonder—perhaps imagine—whether there will soon be physical contact. Clothing may be ripped away. Why wouldn't I smile?

You've got eyes on that block.

Comes off like she's got the mental capacity of broccoli

in the night I took a lantern and went to see for myself.

Does it surprise you as much as it does me, this correspondence between things as they are and the pictures we have of them in our minds?

Women are sensitive to it, to the weight of the desiring gaze.

Si imaginamos al niño como una planta, el educador debería alimentar las raíces de la planta y observar su crecimiento, en lugar de podar sus ramas y darle forma, como predican los kuyperistas.

In private I observed that once in every generation, without fail, there is an episode of hysteria about the barbarians... These dreams are the consequence of too much ease. Show me the barbarian army and I will believe.

I watch them through the glass: specimens. Flies. I watch them. And I know. In ways normal men cannot: I know. I see thing: beyond things. I see the strands of fate that bind us: victims to victor. So let them scream; let them shout my name. My ears hear nothing but the weaving of the web.

could see her

As they went by Assail, the male was watching them. Jesus, he really is blind Wrath pulled up short and unsheathed his dagger, pointed it directly into the guys face. But my hearing is just fine