Your knowing a thing is nothing, unless another knows you know it.
She sat leaning back in her chair, looking ahead, knowing that he was as aware of her as she was of him. She found pleasure in the special self-consciousness it gave her. When she crossed her legs, when she leaned on her arm against the window sill, when she brushed her hair off her forehead - every movement of her body was underscored by a feeling the unadmitted words for which were: Is he seeing it?
I saw a muskrat come out of a hole in the ice ... While I am looking at him, I am thinking what he is thinking of me. He is a different sort of man, that's all.
Inside Iran, people are actually quite well-educated about America. There are things they don't understand, particularly in the government, but the people, by and large, know the American sensibility quite well, and the reverse is not true.
Romance is not an idea, but a moment. An unspoken glance when someone looks into your eyes and knows exactly who you are, what you need.
Because they knew each other's thoughts, they even quarrelled without speaking.
What a man notices first about a woman is whether she notices him.
No one can manipulate anyone else. In any relationship, both parties know what they're doing. even if one complains later on that they were used.
I've heard about you. I've heard about you, too.
if we don't always understand animals, they always understand us.
I noticed that once you realize someone's watching you it's pretty hard not to find yourself watching them back.
Would that be dangerous, to not look while being looked at?
However closely people are attached to one another, their mutual horizon nonetheless includes all four compass directions, and nowand again they notice it.
What we yearn for as human beings is to be visible to each other.
They continued to watch each other from across the room, both frozen for a moment by the shadow of distant possibilities.
We know when we have had enough of a friend, and we know when a friend has had enough of us. The first truth is no more palatable than the second.
For a moment the two of them looked at each other, wordless, as if they were asleep and their dreams had converged on common ground, a place where sound was alien.
We say very little, for we do not need to. We are silent together, each in her own world, knowing the other is just at her back.
Sam and Patrick looked at me. And I looked at them. And I think they knew. Not anything specific really. They just knew. And I think that's all you can ever ask from a friend.
Like officer Dave.He's never said much about his life, but I can tell he's scarred. And he knows I'm scarred too. The wounded always recognize the wounded. We can smell each other.
When two, or more men, know of one and the same fact, they are said to be CONSCIOUS of it one to another; which is as much as to know it together.
There is a pleasure in meeting the glance of a person whom we have lately laid under some obligations.
We understood one another better before ever I opened my mouth
I've never looked through a keyhole without finding someone was looking back.
One of the most sublime and hazardous moments in human experience comes when two people lock eyes and realize that they are sexually attracted to one another. They may not act on the knowledge.They may file it away for future reference. They may deny it. They may never see each other again. But the moment has happened, and for an instant all other considerations are insignificant.
