Quotes About Observation

His nostrils and ears were large and full of hair. They looked as though furry little animals were hiding in them.

That's why I'm talking to you. You are one of the rare people who can separate your observation from your preconception. You see what is, where most people see what they expect.

That's why I'm talking to you. You are one of the rare people who can separate your observation from your preconception. You see what is, where most people see what they expect." never have been able to find these words.

Bad men need nothing more to compass their ends, than that good men should look on and do nothing.

From infancy on, we are all spies; the shame is not this but that the secrets to be discovered are so paltry and few.

This got him to the door. There, ridiculously, he turned. It was only at the door, he decided in retrospect, that her conduct was quite in excusable: not only did she stand unncessarily close, but, by shifting the weight of her body to one leg and leaning her head sidewise, she lowered her height several inches, placing him in a dominating position exactly suited to the broad, passive shadows she must have known were on her face. ("Snowing in Greenwich Village)

He imagines the plane exploding as it touches down, ignited by one of its glints, in a ball of red flame shadowed in black like you see on TV all the time, and he is shocked to find within himself, imagining this, not much emotion, just a cold thrill at being a witness, a kind of bleak wonder at the fury of chemicals, and relief that he hadn't been on the plane himself but was instead safe on this side of the glass, with his faint pronged sense of doom.

While some of us burned on the edges of life, insatiable and straining to see more deeply in, he sat complacently at the centre and let life come to him — so much of it, evidently, that he could not keep track of his appointments.

Qualitative research is a situated activity that locates the observer in the world. Qualitative research consists of a set of interpretive, material practices that make the world visible. These practices transform the world. They turn the world into a series of representations, including field notes, interviews, conversations, photographs, recordings, and memos to the self. At

Aren't maids the ultimate art critics?

Green tree. Pretty lady. Car. Car. Truck," she recites, naming out loud almost everything she sees. "Don't mind me, I'm a gabberbox," she chuckles. "A gabberbox?" I ask, confused at her term. "You know, hon, I talk a lot," she explains before breaking into a laugh that is eerily familiar.

W turned on his heel and began walking toward the door at the far wall. And by walking I mean, of course, not moving at all, at least not to the naked eye, because his strides could only be measured in micrometers. His creaky legs made barely the tiniest of forward steps, so he'd taken four strides before I noticed any lateral movement at all. "I'll be right back." "Geologically speaking, of course," HARV said.

Lying On The Grass The solid earth has never yet complained. There is only the slight scrape Of the accommodating grass Adjusting around your body its bent blades. Part the grass with fingertips To follow the travels of ants And expeditions of other insects Through the weeds. On your forearm A light green mite Is blown when you breathe From its perch, a sunlit hair.

Two Stories Up, The Cat Looks Down When the blind is lifted, positioning itself On the edge of the desk near the bay window Several times a day The cat looks down. Many people when the sun is out Come and go, beneath. Among its sightings are Young fathers with a son or daughter shouldered Holding with a consistently light touch the held-out legs Like wishbones.

But it had grown into something else, something that thrilled me even as it frightened me, made me feel that I had finally cracked through the pane of smudged glass, broken the surface of the sea. I finally felt like something other than an observer in my life.

dwell in stillness and to observe without reacting and without judging.

Simply put, mindfulness is moment-to-moment non-judgmental awareness.

Mindfulness means paying attention in a particular way: on purpose, in the present moment, and nonjudgmentally.

Knowing what you are doing while you are doing it is the essence of mindfulness practice.

it is the awareness that is of primary importance, no matter what the objects are that we are paying attention to.

Meditation is not so concerned with how much thinking is going on as it is with how much room you are making for it to take place within the field of your awareness from one moment to the next.

Meditation does not involve trying to change your thinking by thinking some more. It involves watching thought itself. The watching is the holding. By watching your thoughts without being drawn into them, you can learn something profoundly liberating about thinking itself, which may help you to be less of a prisoner of those thought patterns (….)

Mindful sitting meditation is not an attempt to escape from problems or difficulties into some cut-off "meditative" state of absorption or denial. On the contrary, it is a willingness to go nose to nose with pain, confusion, and loss, if that is what is dominating the present moment, and to stay with the observing over a sustained period of time, beyond thinking.

We tend to see more through our thoughts and opinions than through our eyes.