Quotes About Observation

For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.

I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much, He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men. He loves no plays As thou dost, Anthony; he heard no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit That could be moved to smile at anything. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.

A traveler. By my faith, you have great reason to be sad. I fear you have sold your own lands to see other men's. Then to have seen much and to have nothing is to have rich eyes and poor hands.

More flow'rs I noted, yet I none could see But sweet or color it had stol'n from thee.

Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. SPEED: And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse.

Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapor sometime like a bear or lion, A towered citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't that nod unto the world And mock our eyes with air. Thou hast seen these signs: They are black vesper's pageants.

As if we were God's spies

Which is the villain? let me see his eyes, That, when I note another man like him, I may avoid him: which of these is he?

Major Eele observed Studdy clumsily thinking. He saw an opportunity to create a pleasant mischief and did so immediately.

The balcony is a metaphor for a mental and emotional place of perspective, calm, and self-control. If life is a stage and we are all actors on that stage, then the balcony is a place from which we can see the entire play unfolding with greater clarity. To observe our selves, it is valuable to go to the balcony at all times, and especially before, during, and after any problematic conversation or negotiation.

1. Put Yourself in Your Shoes. Can you notice the inner critic at work—and simply observe your thoughts and feelings without judging? What underlying needs do your feelings point to? What do you really need? 2. Develop Your Inner BATNA. Are you blaming anyone or anything for your needs not being met? What benefit does this blame provide you—and what are the costs? Can you commit to take care of your deepest needs no matter what?

saloon. They received a glance

had watched the shoot-out. "Ten

slope at where they had come from, with Dog standing and panting beside him, when a tiny flicker of movement caught his eye. Preacher squinted. Could have been a bird flitting from

There is much truth in the remark that we see only that which we look for, and to look energetically we must consciously look for something.

It is an optical fact that no two persons ever saw the same rainbow, and it is equally true that no two men ever saw the same appearance in any object.

The true art of seeing and enjoying rests chiefly in sensitiveness and power of sympathy, and the true value of observation is in the noble thoughts that it excites within us.

She left the window - and I said to myself, The lady is dark. She moved forward a few steps - and I said to myself, The lady is young. She approached nearer - and I said to myself (with a sense of surprise which words failed me to express), The lady is ugly!

But, there! - Persons and Things do turn up so vexatiously in this life, and will in a manner insist on being noticed.

looked over to where I had dropped my net. There it was right where I had dropped it; wide open and not a monkey in it. I couldn't believe it. How on earth could the little monkeys have gotten out of the net? My first thought was that the yellow ring had gotten tangled in a bush, and while the monkeys were flouncing

I'd been living around Mama for fourteen years; and a boy can learn a lot about his mama in that length of time.

I heard the "bam, bam, bam" of a woodpecker high in the top of a box elder snag. The cry of a kingfisher and the scream of a blue jay blended perfectly with the drum like beat. A barking red squirrel, glued to the side of a hackberry tree, kept time to the music with the beat of his tail. Each noise I heard and each sight I saw was very familiar to me but I never grew tired of listening and watching. They were a God-sent gift and I enjoyed them all.

The Stationmaster, sensing something more than just two dogs and a boy, waited in silence.

laid his head in my hand. I almost cried at what I saw. His coat was dirty and mud-caked. His skin was