Quotes About Observation

The greatest education in the world is watching the masters at work.

It's a serious world, someone has to make fun of it.

reflection?' 'He would not see his reflection presumably, since the light could never reach the mirror from his face if the mirror is receding from it at the same speed.

Moderne Malerei ist jener Wandbehang, dem das häppchenverdrückende und plaudernde Publikum bei Vernissagen seinen Rücken zukehrt.

Writers are always outsiders and probably ought to be, since only outsiders see things clearly: the people who publish them, or make movies, or produce plays are always richer and more powerful, however successful the writer is.

Survivors, Ethan had told this last group of boys while his wife listened from the stable, do not quit. Ever. They STOP. They sit, think, observe, and plan. That, boys, is a stop. Anything else is quitting, and quitting is dying. Are you the surviving kind, or the dying kind?

Had people become so accustomed to not looking that they were no longer able to see?

Lady's Life in the Rocky Mountains, by an Englishwoman named Isabella Bird.

He never reckoned much to schooling and that. He said you could learn most what was worth knowing from keeping your eyes and ears peeled. Best way of learning, he always said, was doing.

Frank Muir is affable. 'We're all fag ends in the gutter of life,' he replies cheerfully to my observation that the timing of success is quite unpredictable … 'One realises that all those things like talent, looks, skill and hard work really don't get you anywhere.

There were cats lying in the way but they did not move. Cats rarely moved for people in Egypt. They had to step round them. The cats merely lay there and watched them.

Glass shot an irritated glance at Red, who had an uncanny knack for spotting problems and an utter inability for crafting solutions.

As for agility, a biologist at the National Bison Range in Montana once observed a 2,000-pound bull leap up a six-foot embankment from a standing start!13

a cat was observed in a veterinarian's waiting area sitting patiently on a leash, held by a human. Whoever you are, you had better cut it out.

Those eyes, hidden deep in that hooded cloak, could penetrate subterfuge and dissimulation as easily as X-rays penetrated flesh and illuminated the bones for all to see.

I do my own habitual scan. I've already completed mental check-offs of the drunks, the painfully pierced, and there have been two iced coffees and a couple sharing a starfruit. Miriam is back in her spot. I go over and ask her, "If you could go back in time and kill Hitler as a baby, would you?

Many of today's practising theorists seem to be unconcerned that their hypotheses should eventually confront objective, real-world observations.

You want some advice?" "Yes" "Never go to a doctor whose office plants have died.

Like pigeons.' 'What's so mysterious about pigeons?' 'They're always the same size. You never see baby pigeons or old-age pigeons.

I've heard it said that you can discover how you feel about someone when you watch them sleeping. You see things you don't look for at other times. The elegance of an open mouth, the absence of anxiety, the vulnerability of each breath, a small vein pulsing beneath her pale skin.

Gehen Sie nie zu einem Arzt, dem in der Praxis die Pflanzen gestorben sind.«

Always look for sparrows before you look for canaries.

It was also the test that produced the most astounding observation of all. The left, talking brain didn't seem to miss the right brain, and vice versa. It didn't just not miss it—it didn't even remember it or the functions it had performed, as if the right hemisphere had never existed. For me, this phenomenon is the single most important fact students of mind/brain research must take into account.

All the pictures which science now draws of nature and which alone seem capable of according with observational fact are mathematical pictures…From the intrinsic evidence of his creation, the Great Architect of the Universe now begins to appear as a pure mathematician. —Sir James H. Jeans (1877–1946, English physicist, astronomer, and writer)