hidden observation Quotes

He who is invisible sees more clearly, hears more clearly, and is better able to read the thoughts of men.

The king hath note of all that they intend, by interception which they dream not of.

I like seeing people when they can't see me.

I needed to hear the world but didn't want the world to know I was listening.

If I stand here, I can see the Little Red Haired girl when she comes out of her house... Of course, if she sees me peeking around this tree, she'll think I'm the dumbest person in the world... But if I don't peek around the tree, I'll never see her... Which means I probably AM the dumbest person in the world... which explains why I'm standing in a batch of poison oak.

Women are always most observed when they seem themselves least to observe, or to lay out for observation.

Sometimes in the afternoon sky the moon would pass white as a cloud, furtive, lusterless, like an actress who does not have to perform yet and who, from the audience, in street clothes, watches the other actors for a moment, making herself inconspicuous, not wanting anyone to pay attention to her.

For years they have been using the role of 'sex object' as a cover while they spied out the land.

Radio listeners are voyeurs: lurking, invisible, eavesdropping.

The fields have eyes, and the woods have ears.

I tend to watch silently from the shadows. You learn a lot more that way.

I would say invisibility would be sort of a fun power to have just to see what it was like to move through the world and not be looked at.

It is quiet here and restful and the air is delicious. There are gardens everywhere and police spies lie in the bushes. There are nightingales in every garden, but police spies only in mine, I think. They sit under my windows in the darkness of the night and try to get a glimpse of how I spread sedition in Russia.

Selfishly I'd like to have invisibility because I've always wanted to go into other people's houses and see what they look like and just watch them interact.

If I had eyes in the back of my head, I would have told you you looked good as I walked away.

She thought in would be awkward for both to be brought into conscious collision; and fancied that, from her being on a low seat at first, and now standing behind her father, he had overlooked her in his haste. As if he did not feel the consciousness of her presence all over, though his eyes had never rested on her!

They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die. I'll wink and couch; no man their works must eye.

That was the nice thing about the Spot: you could hear everything, but no one could see you.

I would like to be invisible because I'd love to go into people's houses and see their interior decorating.

Lyon knew she wasn't aware she was being watched, either. She wouldn't have eaten the leaf otherwise, or reached for another. “Sir, which one is Princess Christina?” Andrew asked Lyon, just as Rhone started in choking on his laughter. Rhone has obviously been watching Christina, too. “Sir?” “The blond-headed one,” Lyon muttered, shaking his head. He watched in growing disbelief as Christina daintily popped another leaf into her mouth. “Which blond-headed one?” Andrew persisted. “The one eating the shrubs.

She can't see me staring at her cause I'm always wearing shades.