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Even when we're blindfolded, even when you're wearing sunglasses, even in the pitch black of night, we can always tell if you just ogled another woman.
I sleuth, you know. For a hobby. Harmless outlet for natural inquisitiveness, don't you see, which might otherwise strike inward and produce introspection an' suicide. Very natural, healthy pursuit
not too strenuous, not too sedentary; trains and invigorates the mind.
Sight-seeing gratifies us in different ways. First, there is the pleasure of novelty; secondly, either that of admiration or fault-finding - the latter a very animated enjoyment.
The horrible pleasure of pleasing inferior people.
the act of looking and being looked at.
I have a bad habit of wolfing down things that catch my eye.
wankers snorting
In my spare time I like to stare at shit. I mean, not literally. I like to stare at the TV, or the Internet, or a book, or cat videos. There's a lot of sitting very still and not moving involved. I suspect in a former life I was probably a statue because I am profoundly good at it.
striving for fabulousness.
Observing what is around us and registering errant impressions is a state not so much of passive inaction as of alert receptivity. Allowing ourselves to notice, to be open to our surroundings, is a way of awakening our curiosity in the world outside ourselves. The
Wanting me, watching me. I can feel you pull me down.
Curiosity is a restless propensity and often does but hurry us forward the more irresistably, the greater is the danger that attends its indulgence.
A lonely impulse of delight
Ducking around twisted trees whose fingers are branches spread like cracked ceilings under gray sky.
Seeking God - and finding itself.
Curiosity is the most fleeting of pleasures; the moment is satisfied, it ceases to exist and it always proves very, very expensive.
Following fashion trends, however ridiculous or uncomfortable.
throwing stones through the windows of the Riddle House. They
Foxhunting ... the unspeakable pursuing the inedible.
Observing people. A spark of idea for a story sometimes comes from the simple act of observation.
...More than looking, what we're really doing is gazing, and we do it for so long I start to get the feeling that nothing else matters.
It's a good feeling.
Better than good.
It's one I could get lost in.
Busying herself with inconsequential tasks.
It's your observation that watching
Go out. Watching
Contemplating an object fixedly with the mind, asking myself, 'What is it?' without thinking of any other object or relating it to anything else for hours on end.
Observation is the most enduring of the pleasures of life.
I'm always out looking for weird, beautiful things.
Trying to extricate from the long day the grain of pleasure
Curiosity begins as an act of tearing to pieces or analysis.
Basking in the light and glory that comes with not giving a damn.
I don't know what it is that I'm doing, but I'm really enjoying myself. And I'm free to do it as much as I want.
view. Absentmindedly
I go about looking at horses and cattle. They eat grass, make love, work when they have to, bear their young. I am sick with envy of them.
I have a strange habit of walking down streets and staring up, rather than looking at shopfronts and stuff like that.
Watching. Watching with those piercing, clit licking blue eyes.
Staring into thin air at those
things only cats can see (Doctro Sleep)
One day I'm going to write a book about osprey . It has really gotten deep into my bloodstream. So when you ask what else I do, I feel like this is part of what I do ... is to watch these birds.
..holding a book but reading the empty spaces.
Enjoying the view?
Watching I watch myself, what I see is my creation as though entering through my eyes perception is conception into an eye more crystal clear water of thoughts, what I watch watches me, I am the creation of what I see
It's a curious, wanting thing.
tonguing her clit. I
What's my guilty pleasure? The thing is, I never feel guilty about pleasures.
Wanting someone to notice you all the while praying no one does.
Were trying to dig up the roots of that big oak stump near the
What am I doing here?
I like to watch people. Sometimes I ride the subway all day and look at them and listen to them. I just want to figure out who they are and what they want and where they're going.
Angling is an amusement peculiarly adapted to the mild and cultivated scenery of England
Thrilling to the sensation of hard, teeming flesh.
This thing called curiosity ... it's a scary thing.
Prowling about the rooms, sitting down, getting up, stirring the fire, looking out the window, teasing my hair, sitting down to write, writing nothing, writing something and tearing it up ...
Watching me, judging me, smelling the crippling failure oozing from my skin, my desperation clawing and all-consuming panic drenching me as I gape in horror at the world and wonder why everyone is smiling and looking at me with secret knowledge of my aching shame.
Boredom: the desire for desires.
It is enjoyable to make things visible which are invisible.
For the love of rocks
The gods are watching, but idly, yawning.
progrestination: wandering sideways through the to-do list..and finding interesting distractions from the main goal.
I try to figure out - intellectually, philosophically, psychologically - what the experience of beauty is.
Buggeration and Fuckery
Explore. Search. Seek.
I inherited curiosity from my Dad.
Curiosity is the most superficial of all the affections; it changes its object perpetually; it has an appetite which is very sharp, but very easily satisfied, and it has always an appearance of giddiness, restlessness and anxiety.
burning with curiosity
So I have this word for much of what I do in life: 'plorking.' I'm not playing and I'm not working, I'm plorking.
I am in Waterstones looking at all the chick lit rubbish on the shelves. In a fit of pique, I turn them round so they are facing the wrong way.
I prefer doing over watching.
Making love with his ego.
Curiosity is the hair of our habit tending to stand on end. It rarely happens that our attention is not stained in greater or lesser degree by this animal element.
I'm just trying to look at something without blinking, to see what it is like, or it could have been like, and how that had something to do with the way we live now. Novels are always inquiries for me.
I observe the world and the people surrounding me.
Glory and curiosity are the scourges of the soul; the last prompts us to thrust our noses into everything, the other forbids us to leave anything doubtful and undecided.
Curiosity creeps into the houses of the unfortunate and the needy under the name of duty or of pity.
My eyes flew open, and I pushed back against rock-hard shoulders. I let out a little squeak of horror.
"It's me," said a familiar voice.
... "Eric, what are you doing here?"
"Snuggling.
Ever since he could remember, he'd people-watched to pass time. When he was younger, everyone told him it was rude. He hadn't stopped; merely perfected his technique.
The fascination of the abomination.
Curious by nature and reckless by choice
from any anatomical disgust
Laughing, the same way a wife might laugh at her husband who always brings home the strangest items from a local antiques market.
People do things.
She tried to make her eyes seem tender; she did not know why, for no reason, for pleasure, the pleasure of charity, of a little vanity, and also gratuity, the pleasure of carving your name into a tree trunk for a passerby whom you will never see, the pleasure of throwing a bottle into the ocean.
We drift, often on a whim, searching for something to search for.
Inspecting? What do you mean? I don't understand. I'm collecting insects. My specialty is sand and insects.
What?
Collecting insects. Insects. Insects.I catch them like this!
Insects?
I don't think there's a hobby that I haven't tried on.
Going out late at night and laying in the dewy field and reading a Kurt Vonnegut book by moonlight.
I like people-watching and fading into crowds.
You are being watched.
We must always skim over pleasures. They are like marshy lands that we must travel nimbly, hardly daring to put down our feet.
As a gamer, I like to go up and look at people's faces and see how good of a job they did.
interest in what is happening
The playful search for beauty.
Curiosity must be kept alive.
Beneath beautiful appearances I search out ugly depths, and beneath ignoble surfaces I probe for the hidden mines of devotion and virtue. It's a relatively benign mania, which enables you to see something new in a place where you would not have expected to find it.
The last wandering
Looking at the fire on the stone.
Pride and curiosity are the two scourges of our souls. The latter prompts us to poke our noses into everything, and the former forbids us to leave anything unresolved and undecided.
Faffing is good. It is an important part of life. Faffing is when we disconnect from the matrix and idle for a while, like a car. Our body and spirit know deep down that human beings were not made for constant toil so subconsciously creates space through the mechanism of faffing.
With a most intent and searching gaze
To follow the drops sliding from a lifting oar, Head up, while the rower breathes, and the small boat drifts quietly shoreward ...
Curiosity is the thirst of the soul.
Trying to support you with their gaze as if a gaze could ever support anyone!