Quotes About Observation

Everyone's personality is a manifestation of their combined past experiences. If you are able to observe and interpret someone's behavior, you will eventually be able to predict that person's behavior as well.

Two blondes walk into a building. You'd think at least one of them would have seen it.

The girls really do get prettier at closing time.

He narrowed his eyes to slits so that he could peer into the eyes of this shameless, strutting personage to whom, apparently, modesty was unknown. He took careful note of the fact that the king - "Lucy," the priest called him - was not glaring venomously. King Lucy was grinning, King Lucy was having a good time.

Write a lot and hit the streets. A writer who doesn't keep up with what's out there ain't gonna be out there.

We were young, she continued, while she had a bad heart. Did we not want to earn our tips, she asked us and, cowed, we refrained from introducing the subject again. Her bad heart, I noticed, did not force her to abstain from smoking, or from eating large portions of puddings. Every time I heard her opening how she could not carry anything heavy, I thought sourly "except yourself".

The solution of the problem lies in seeing it—in the seeing, without wanting a solution, or dissolution—just seeing what's there. . . .

Contento, proprio contento sono stato molte volte nella vita ma più di tutte quando mi hanno liberato in Germania che mi sono messo a guardare una farfalla senza la voglia di mangiarla.

Leadership is a matter of having people look at you and gain confidence, seeing how you react. If you're in control, they're in control.

Por supuesto. Eres la hija de Melvina. Cielo santo, te recordaba mucho más joven. Jared notó que a mamá no le hacía mucha gracia este comentario.

It's just like I remember," she said, smiling. "Only crappier," said Mallory.

So, Eva Nine, you must sometimes disregard what someone is saying and focus instead on what they are doing. Watch and observe. That is when one reveals his true self.

If all you see is what you see, you will never see all that there is to be seen. Since

Rather quickly, Officer Gorman had proved he was the sort of man who – as Leaphorn's grandmother would have said – counted the grass and didn't see the grazing.

And the white guy, I just barely got a look at him. They all sort of look alike anyway. All I notice is freckles and sunburn.

Chee sank into a sofa, removed his hat, warmed his ears with his hands, and observed what his sociology teacher had called "the privileged class." The professor admitted a prejudice against this class but Chee found them interesting to observe.

An author knows his landscape best; he can stand around, smell the wind, get a feel for his place.

Memorize places," his uncle had told him. "Settle your eyes on a place and learn it. See it under the snow, and when first grass is growing, and as the rain falls on it. Feel it and smell it, walk on it, touch the stones, and it will be with you forever. When you are far away, you can call it back. When you need it, it is there, in your mind.

The red light changed the color of her shirt, and her faded jeans, and her face. Her hair was disheveled, her expression intent, and, taken all together, she looked absolutely beautiful to Jim Chee. It would be a lot better, he thought, if friends didn't look like that.

As Zen practitioners might say. two people looking at the same mountain are not seeing the same mountain, and so poetic "worldliness" can take an infinite number of versions: the sensibility of an individual artist is as distinct as a fingerprint.

From the doorway I looked back at the street. The car parked outside was

The range of what we think and do Is limited by what we fail to notice And because we fail to notice That we fail to notice There is little we can do To change Until we notice How failing to notice Shapes our thoughts and deeds.

Everywhere and always ugliness has its beautiful aspects; it is thrilling to discover them where nobody else has noticed them.

Every year, the bright Scandinavian summer nights fade without anyone's noticing. One evening in August you have an errand outdoors, and all of a sudden it's pitch-black. It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive.