Quotes About Sightings

In third grade, I had to an oral report on the state of Oregon. I brought up Big Foot sightings, and I remember there was an argument about whether or not Big Foot was valid history. Ever since then I've been thinking about how subjective history is.

Phenomenalists are concerned with symptoms rather than causes: with rains of animals pouring from the sky; with impossible coincidences; with inexplicable sightings of creatures or objects. The conclusion these observations lead to is that there are, in fact, three modes of reality, hard, psychological and, between the two, phenomenal, and all of these are active, all blur into one, when truthfully described, without the need to immediately leap in with rational explanation.

It wasn't enough to pass him as we were heading to your house or cutting over to the library. Soon you had to have sightings in the halls too. Then sightings turned to spying, and spying to stalking. You could tell me how many pairs of jeans he owned before you officially knew his name.

It all depends on how the team on the other side thinks. If they know what they're doing, there will be so many cutouts between you and them that you won't have the slightest chance of tracing your way to the truth. Not by following up sightings and throwing them into a computer. They will keep feeding you the information they want you to process. What is the only source of data about the UFO phenomenon? It is the UFOs themselves!

Despite the many reports of UFOs, animal mutilations, and Bigfoot sightings that seem to permeate every corner of the basin, the greatest concentration of high strangeness has always taken place at what became the Gormans' 480-acre ranch.

Ufologists are at a loss to explain the lack of sightings in Israel's near neighbors—it is as if the aliens, unlike most Earthlings, are aware of Israel's borders.

History, I believe, brings us to the point where we are bound to say: there really was an empty tomb, and there really were sightings of Jesus, the same and yet transformed. History then says: so how do you explain that? It offers us no easy escapes at that point, no quick side-exits to the question.

Caroline's beloved Brocket Hall has been transformed by a Hong Kong developer into a hotel and conference center. There are rumoured sightings of her ghost in the hotel, at which, of course, one scoffs. Yet, walking the road from the train stop in Welwyn to the Hertfordshire Records Office one gray January morning, I still find it hard to believe she is entirely gone.