Quotes About Observation

It was occurring to Reuben that people, especially adults, are rather quick to dismiss small mysteries, to assume that they have simply misunderstood or failed to observe something, and to go on about their business.

Sights, smells, temperature changes—all sorts of stuff. We notice it without consciously thinking about it. He says we may not be paying attention, but our brains are recording and processing it all the same, and these… these observations, or whatever you want to call them, make up a pattern. So if you're good with patterns, the way Mr. Benedict says I am, you can sometimes predict things.

Constance, meanwhile, was slipping a forkful of goopy casserole onto Sticky's plate. It was the third such forkful, and Sticky (who was just as distracted as Reynie) had yet to notice. He just kept glancing down at his plate with concealed dismay, continuing to eat what was in front of him.

Reynie knew they would be almost impossible to see down here, yet he suddenly felt so sure of being spotted he could almost hear the Ten Men's voices echoing down to the landing, "Oh, chickies! Here chickies!" But the men didn't even glance in their direction, and an instant later had passed out of view.

Reynie rarely watched television, he knew the Emergency

Now listen, we need to be quiet as mice. No, quieter than that. As quiet as . . . as . . ." "Dead mice?" Reynie suggested. "Perfect," said Kate with an approving nod. "As quiet as dead mice.

All right. But take my advice, Mr. Hel. Don't let this chance get away. Opportunity doesn't knock twice, you know." "Penetrating observation. Did you make up the epigram?" "I'll see you tomorrow." "Very well. And ask the guard to knock on my cell door twice. I wouldn't want to confuse him with opportunity.

I try not to tune in to politics until it's two or three months before the election. Till then, it's like watching preseason football.

But flowers feed our soul in a different way. They remind us of a God who creates beautiful things and takes notice of the tiniest detail

The space between . . . is the space that lies between the observer and the observed; it is the space of the creative act that brings a poem or painting to life." —F. David Peat, Pathways of Chance

There are more men lurking in sheds in my garden than in any D.H. Lawrence novel.

Sir, say no more.Within me 't is as ifThe green and climbing eyesight of a catCrawled near my mind's poor birds.

disliked it intensely when Qibli made clever observations like that, and it happened about forty times a day.

You also should avoid talking to your targets, in case you find out that they're beautiful, sarcastic, and fascinating. For instance.

Mountain was being watched by too many

EW," Bumblebee declared, in perhaps her most accurate observation so far.

It was a little unsettling how quiet the skies were. Clay

Cricket snuck a sideways peek at the guards. The one who'd looked over must have seen

Clay! clamored several voices at once in Moon's head. It's him, it's really him! Oooo, he's even cuter in real life. Oooo, look at his heroic limp. Oooo, I think he looked at me!

That was like watching her brain work on the outside of her head," Fatespeaker said to Starflight.

Daffodil says it's weird that he has a big shiny treasure but I never get to see it. Daffodil says maybe it doesn't exist at all or maybe he lost it or something. Daffodil says I should hold my breath until you let me see it, but I practiced and it gave me a super big headache so I'mma not do that." "Daffodil has so many helpful thoughts," her mother observed.

Oh my gosh! A TREE? in the FOREST!?

Qibli suspected he could spend hours tracking the emotions on Peril's face and never get bored.)

Arctic snatched the last bright green drink from a passing tray and stared into it gloomily.