Quotes About Observation

Sellaista henkilöä kohtaan tunnetaan aina kunnioitusta, joka osaa pitää suunsa kiinni. Luullaan että sellainen tietää paljon ja elää hirveän jännittävästi.

No one can depict desolation who hasn't inhabited desolation and observed it very closely. Things condemned have a terrible beauty.

Grandmother had had to be frugal all her life, and so she had a weakness for extravagance. She watched the basin and the barrels and every crevice in the granite fill with water and overflow. She looked at the mattresses out being aired and the dishes that were washing themselves. She sighed contentedly, and, absorbed in thought, she filled a coffee cup with precious drinking water and poured it over a daisy.

You sentimentalise them because they're little," she said. "But the format doesn't matter. I have gradually learned that everyone, absolutely everyone of every size, is out to get something. People want things. It comes to them naturally. Of course they get more skilful with age, and they're no longer so disarmingly obvious, but the goal doesn't change. Your children simply haven't had time to learn how it's done. That's what we call innocence.

Sniff looked at them and noticed that they were much smaller than he was, so he felt kinder and said, condescendingly. "Hullo. Nice to see you.

She could easily have remarked on the heavy skiing weather, or asked how he could even see the road, or complained about the town not getting its ploughs out-- anything at all to show interest or pretend to show interest, the way people talk to make things a little more pleasant-- but no, not Katri Kling. There she stood squinting through her cigarette smoke, her black hair like a mane shrouding her face as she leaned over the table.

I mean, something has to go wrong before you know a law is called for. (Hodgkins)

And I was sitting on my verandah believing they were so remarkable and free, just because they never spoke a word and were always on the move. They hadn't a single word to say and nowhere to go...

A todos los animalitos se les enrosca la cola

Gathering is peculiar, because you see nothing but what you're looking for.

Hiutale toisensa jälkeen laskeutui hänen lämpimälle kuonolleen ja suli. Hän pyydysti niitä käpäläänsä ihaillakseen niitä hetken, hän katseli ylöspäin ja näki niiden leijuvan kasvojaan kohti. Niitä tuli yhä enemmän ja enemmän, pehmeinä ja kevyinä kuin untuvat. Näinkö se käykin? mietti Muumipeikko. Ja minä kun luulin, että lumi kasvaa alhaalta päin!

Gathering is peculiar, because you see nothing but what you're looking for. If you're picking raspberries, you see only what's red, and if you're looking for bones you see only the white. No matter where you go, the only thing you see is bones.

It's funny - if you impersonate somebody, they have no idea it's them.

You all right?" She looked up to find William Barnett watching her from the back door. "I'm fine. Why do you ask?" "It looked like you were scowling. I figured either you were thinking of me or something was wrong.

The compliment worked. In hushed tones Aunt Victoria confided in Mrs. Oosterman. The older woman soaked up each detail like a dying plant in need of water. Fanny doubted Mrs. Oosterman's sincerity and thought Aunt Victoria's trust badly placed, but she didn't interfere. In fact, she didn't utter another word throughout the remainder of the meal.

It is usually easier to see what lies on the surface of a person rather than taking the time and attention to delve deeper. ~ Lord John "Jack" Byron

Of all her rather unremarkable features, her eyes were her strong point, despite being partially hidden behind a pair of spectacles. A gentle blue-grey, their color shifted in the most interesting manner from gentian to pewter depending upon the light. He supposed most people never noticed such subtle variations, thinking her irises to be either plain grey or ordinary blue, but he'd found himself intrigued; more so than he might have expected after such a brief encounter.

There are some days that prove that it's a man's world and we women are only here as visitors.

He saw things in a way that others did not, so that a city I had lived in all my life seemed a different place, so that a woman became beautiful with the light on her face.

Jane Austen easily used half a page describing someone else's eyes; she would not appreciate summarizing her reading tastes in ten titles.

Over his shoulder I saw a star fall. It was me.

So much of my poetry begins with something that I can describe in visual terms, so thinking about distance, thinking about how life begins and what might be watching us.

from time to time, i think of him watching me from over the top of his glasses, or eating candy from a jar. i remember thanking him each time the session was done. but mostly what i see is a human hand reaching down to lift a pebble from my tongue

MATTIE FAE: I don't believe you. Watchin' the baseball game and drinkin' beers. Don't you have any sense of what's going on around you? This situation is fraught. CHARLIE: Am I supposed to sit here like a statue? You're drinking whiskey. MATTIE FAE: I'm having a cocktail. CHARLIE: You're drinking straight whiskey. MATTIE FAE: Just . . . show a little class.