Quotes About Observation

fawn face , the expression a deer makes not when it's caught in headlights but when it catches a human looking at it in wonder. The deer looks back, acknowledging not only its own terror but its own grace, and it shows off for a moment in front of the human. It flirts.

Greer had noticed, when she was very young, how, looking straight ahead, you could sort of always see the side of your own nose. Once she realized this it began to trouble her. Nothing was wrong with her nose, but she knew it would always be part of her view of the world. Greer had understood it was hard to escape yourself, and to escape the way it felt being you.

When you looked closely at anything, you could almost faint, Jules thought, although you had to look closely if you wanted to have any knowledge at all in life.

Power structures were always fairly easy to figure out if you took a moment to observe the people involved.

I'd looked and looked at him for so long; I'd made a habit of it, a vocation, and I could stop looking now.

It's weird," she said, "the way sometimes you're in your life, but other times you're looking back at it like a spectator. It kind of goes back and forth, back and forth." "And then you die." She laughed a little. "Yes. And then you die.

the Olympian vantage point that time provides:

Twitter. You know what it is? Termites with microphones.

Bobby pins crunching under my feet, I walk through, surveying the damaged girlness.

I picture him always like he's looking at us through glass—windshields, sliding patio doors.

and everything that's been seen and everything that's hidden.

If we look at it from eye corners, or from places other than the center of our head, isn't there a kind of terrible beauty in it?

People see what they want to see. They're busy trying to figure out who Bandersnitch is, but what they don't expect is someone who looks like me, so no one sees me, even when I'm right in front of them. I'm hiding in plain sight. I stay in the background mostly. It's a damnable thing, but it works. You were surprised at who I was, remember. I wasn't as you imagined me.

Then I saw it. Little pins of light that grew larger as I watched, a city that seemed to bloom from the darkness, spreading and spreading so that I couldn't tell what was real and what was only reflection.

He'd never met a woman who blushed as much as she did. He didn't know anyone could blush as much as she did. It fascinated him.

If you want to know how someone really feels, you almost never have to ask.

Observation is a great joy." To write one's observations, record such wonderings, the greatest joy of all.

He's got a pointy bald head, and too much flesh hanging around his neck. The resulting combination gives him an unlikely yet striking resemblance to an uncircumcised penis. I secretly call him Rumpelforeskin.

I am fluent in snark. Bethany only notices snark when snark grabs her off the sidewalk, throws her in the back of a sketchy van with tinted windows, drives to the middle of the Meadow-lands in the dead of night, and uses a heavy blunt instrument to smack her repeatedly about the head as it screams, "I'M SNARK. DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME? I'M SNARKY SNARKY SNARK!" And even then she's like, "Ohhhh? Snark? Is that you?

You learn something new everyday." "What are you learning?" Sophos asked. "To keep my mouth shut, I hope.

your ability to see is sometimes only as good as your willingness to go unseen.

To fly up to the sky and watch the earth is beautiful; to fly down to the earth and watch the sky is even more beautiful!

A bench in the street can be a good writer because all kind of material comes onto it like a heavy rain!

A clever man can see the world from a cave much better than a stupid man can from the top of a mountain!