Susie Dent Quotes

I'm a really good eavesdropper. I listen to what people say and remember all the buzzwords.

Any place is good for eavesdropping, if you know how to eavesdrop.

I do love to eavesdrop. It's inspirational, not only for subject matter but for actual dialogue, the way people talk.

The word 'eavesdropper' originally referred to people who, under the pretence of taking in some fresh air, would stand under the 'eavesdrip' of their house - from which the collected raindrops would fall - in the hopes of catching any juicy tid-bits of information that might come their way from their neighbour's property.

If you're like me and nosy, you're always eavesdropping on other people's conversations.

Walls have tongues, and hedges ears.

Why were you lurking under our window?" "Yes - yes, good point, Petunia! What were you doing under our windows, boy?" "Listening to the news," said Harry in a resigned voice. His aunt and uncle exchanged looks of outrage. "Listening to the news! Again?" "Well, it changes every day, you see," said Harry.

I'd love to be able to be invisible, because I like to eavesdrop.

I listen like mad to any conversation taking place next to me just trying to hear why this is funny. Women's restrooms are especially great. I wash my hands twice waiting for people to come in and start talking.

I am an incorrigible eavesdropper, so I am very much influenced by what I hear.

We're all amateur investigators. We scan bookshelves, we ogle trinkets left out in the open, we calculate the cost of furniture and study the photographs on display; sometimes we even check out the medicine cabinet.

According to my parents, I've always liked to tune into the conversations of others. But rather than hope for a snippet of salacious gossip, it has always been the words themselves that I wanted to understand.

The hours of the morning between breakfast and lunch were the time which the inhabitants of Riseholme chiefly devoted to spying on each other.

I shouldn't have eavesdropped, but sometimes, that's the only way to find out the truth.

The groundsell speakes not save what it heard at the hinges.

It has been observed that one's nose is never so happy as when thrust into the affairs of others from which some physiologists have drawn the inference that the nose is devoid of the sense of smell.

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

People inspire me. Everyone is such an individual and has unique stories. I'm a voyeur. I eavesdrop. Sometimes I ask questions. And sometimes people just want to tell me their stories.

Slightly embarrassing admission: Even when I was a kid, I used to have these little spy books, and I would, like, see what everybody was doing in my neighborhood and log it down.

Being invisible would be pretty great. You could watch everybody, sneak into places and know what people were saying.

Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long.

I'm a real voyeur.

Sometimes I eavesdrop on people. I could rationalize it - oh, this is good anthropological research for characters I'm writing - but it's basically just nosiness. It also helps me gauge where I'm at: Am I normal?

While you are experimenting, do not remain content with the surface of things.

I think I'm very curious about other people. I like to sit and eavesdrop, you know.