Quotes About Observation

For me, to see is to read. It has always been that way.

if you can only learn to see them. The truth had been there all along, only now had I seen

Her presence could be divined in any number of ways by those who had eyes to see. Yet she was not seen.

The cat was on the window ledge, gazing intently into the garden.

could just see the movements of Miss Winter's lashes. They crouched and quivered around the eye, like the long legs of a spider around its body.

But there was more. Did she know I had noticed? I had made no outward sign. But I had noticed. Today Miss Winter had said I.

I left wide margins. In the left-hand one I noted any mannerisms, expressions and gestures that seemed to add something to her meaning. The right-hand margin I left blank. Later, rereading, it was here that I would enter my own thoughts, comments, questions.

If you dazzle a man with green eyes, he will be so hypnotized that he won't notice there is someone inside the eyes spying on him.

I stood on the outside of disaster, looking in.

unexpected regret. Watched him until the consciousness went out of his eyes, and they were simply open but seeing nothing.

She could assassinate streets with her eyes

Americans do seem to say things which make the English notice England.

I don't want to miss anything.

People do look different with their eyes closed, their features seem so much more sculptured.

But during the many happy hours that Cadpig was to sit watching it in the warm kitchen she never liked it quite so much as that other television, that still silent television she had seen on Christmas Eve when the puppies had rested so peacefully in that strange lofty building. She often remembered that building and wondered who owned it. Someone very kind she was sure for in front of every one of the many seats there had been a little carpet-eared puppy-sized dog-bed.

I really am just as discontented, but I don't seem to notice it so much.

But there is something I want to capture. It has to do with the feeling I had when I watched the Cottons coming down the lane, the queer separate feeling. I like seeing people when they can't see me. I have often looked at our family through lighted windows and they seem quite different, a bit the way rooms seen in looking-glasses do. I can't get the feeling into words — it slipped away when I tried to capture it.

I feel quite unreasonably happy this minute, watching them both; knowing I can go and join them in the warmth, yet staying here in the cold.

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When birds look into houses, what impossible worlds they see.

When I work, I'm just translating the world around me in what seems to be straightforward terms. For my readers, this is sometimes a vision that's not familiar. But I'm not trying to manipulate reality. This is just what I see and hear.

The less there was to see, the harder he looked, the more he saw.

As though in her heart she was not a travel writer at all, as her mother had said she wished to be, but simply a traveler, in the purer form, someone who collects impressions, dense anatomies of feeling, but does not care to record them.

People weren't saying Oh wow anymore. They were saying No way instead and she wondered if there was something she might learn from this.