Quotes About Observation

She had shins like fireplugs and hips as wide as an oven door. Her head was stuck directly onto her shoulders with the usual Prussian predilection for omitting the neck, and to watch her turn her head in the direction of Aunt Marvel's yodeling demands for attention was to watch a large and noble owl.

He might be asleep, but even asleep he looked like he knew more than most guys awake

She preferred to remain at a distance, to enjoy this child as she seemed, rather than as she was.

When it comes to deciding whether a leader is believable, people first listen to the words, then they watch the actions. They listen to the talk, and then they watch the walk. They listen to the promises of resources to support change initiatives, and then they wait to see if the money and materials follow.

The Truth Is That the Best Leaders Are the Best Learners. Leadership can be learned. It is an observable pattern of practices and behaviors, and a definable set of skills and abilities. Skills can be learned, and when we track the progress of people who participate in leadership development programs, we observe that they improve over time.

So he drinks and grows plants and goes to church," Potts said. "So far, he sounds Catholic.

The bands were horrible outfits that sounded like owls hooting. Moshe watched in puzzlement as these Americans danced with clumsy satisfaction at the moans and groans of these boneless, noise-producing junk mongers, their boring humpty-dumpty sounds landing on the dance floor with all the power of empty peanut shells tossed in the air.

She looked at me a long time, watching me sweep the floor, wearing that damn fool dress. I didn't say a word. Just kept on sweeping. Finally, she placed her small foot on the broom and stopped it. I had to look up at her then. Them eyes was staring down at me. I can't say they was kind eyes. Rather they was tight as balled fists. Full. Firm. Stirred. The wind seemed to live in that woman's face. Looking at her was like staring at a hurricane.

Tell me again what we're doing here, I said, running a continuous scan of our surroundings. Fang popped some Cracker Jack into his mouth. We're here to watch manly men do manly things. I followed Fang's line of sight: He was watching the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders, who were not doing manly things, by any stretch of the imagination.

De tall, dark vun--dere's nothing special about him at all, ter Borcht said dismissively of Fang, who hadn't moved since the doctor had come in. Well, he's a snappy dresser, I offered. One side of Fang's mouth quirked.

I want to do it too! (sitting motionless) Nudge: Nope, you stand out like a fart in a church. Max: (muttering) Appropriately enough. Iggy: What about me? (stands still) Max: No, you're visible. Iggy: Am not! Max: (throws a pinecone at him) Could I do that if I wouldn't see you?

Um, there's a girl meeting her friend,' he went on. 'Her friend is giving her an ice-cream cone. Oh-it's dripping. Huh. It, uh, dripped on her...chest.' Iggy drew in a hissing breath. It's gonna stain for sure,' the Gasman said. 'That's chocolate.' Hmm,' Fang said, watching, the girl dab at her chest with a paper napkin.

The receptionist looked us over, then went back to typing something incredibly urgent—like her résumé? for another job.

It's wherever you are. If it's tapped into any of your senses, it knows where you are and what you're doing." Oh no, I thought, my spirits sinking. I hadn't considered that. Did that mean nothing I did was ever anymore? "Even in the bathroom?" the Gasman's eyes widened with surprise.

Once I was seated, I couldn't help people-watching. I'll admit it, I'm an addict from way back.

I stood there watching Phoebe arrange the pillows and the sheets. She isn't thinking that I... I mean, she doesn't think that she and I would... WHAT?

I think about what I didn't say then, which is this: the stars we see aren't even real stars. We see the light that they gave off millions of years ago but that is only now reaching our eyes. We don't see a star as much as a memory.

You can't tell which way the train went by looking at the tracks.

Here's something that might not occur to you: If a state trooper sees a weird, patchwork Toyota Echo hurtling down 1-95, and it looks like half of a small country is immigrating to the States in this one little car, you might get stopped.

He gave me a warm smile, and I blinked, realizing he was cute. I'd never really had the luxury of noticing cuteness or lack thereof in guys. Mostly it was the lethal/nonlethal distinction that I went with

Here's something that might not occur to you: If a state trooper sees a weird, patchwork Toyota Echo hurtling down I-95, and it looks like half of a small country is immigrating to the States in this one little car, you might get stopped. Just FYI. In

Across from the famous jewelry store on Fifth Avenue at Fifty-Seventh Street, we sat in the back of a graffiti-covered white box truck watching the world go by on the surveillance vehicle's hidden high-def camera. So far there had been no sign of the thieves. Or even Audrey Hepburn.

Excuse me, sir, you got dog poop on your shoe.

physically impossible for pigs to look up at the sky, so they'll never know when one of their pals is flying.