Quotes About Observation

I maintained a tactical silence. When you maintain a tactical silence and look people right in the eye, as if drinking in their words, they talk. People like to be listened to, as every researcher knows--every researcher, every writer, every spy.

I continued to wonder what exactly I had done to deserve a woman like Valerie. Nothing, probably. I observe the world as it unfurls, I thought; proceeding empirically, in good faith, I observe it; I can do no more than observe.

People like to be listened to, as every researcher knows – every researcher, every writer, every spy.

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qué hace una rata despierta? Olisquear. Jean-Didier, biólogo

Alice watched us with the affectionate, slightly mocking look that women get when they witness a conversation between men—that oddity, not quite buggery, or duel, but something in between. Above our heads the linden branches stirred in the breeze. Just then, in the distance, I heard a soft, muffled noise like an explosion.

En todo caso, a cualquier observador imparcial le resulta evidente que el individuo humano no puede ser feliz, que no ha sido concebido en absoluto para la felicidad, y que su único destino posible es propagar la desgracia a su alrededor, haciendo que la vida de los demás sea tan intolerable como la suya propia; y por lo general, sus primeras víctimas son sus padres.

La prise de vues donnait une étrange impression de neutralité.

La civilización ha desnaturalizado así al animal que somos para transformarnos en observadores del mundo al precio de una deplorable incapacidad para olerlo y degustarlo. Así es como nos apartamos cada vez más de lo real para contentarnos con gozar de las imágenes que lo representan.

Mes yeux avaient fini par s'habituer à la noirceur et je l'ai vu sortir un grand mouchoir de sa poche de pantalon. Il s'est essuyé les yeux, s'est mouché. Le mouchoir virevoltait dans le noir comme un petit fantôme blanc.

How wrong are those simpletons, of whom the world is full, who look more at... color than at the figures which show spirit and movement.

She watched the woman around her. Most of them undulated like strippers or ground their arses into the men dancing behind them. She copied a few of the less X-rated moves and hoped she didn't look like she needed seizure medication.

If you think people aren't posing when they're in public, you're more naïve than I imagined..." -Ollie

Tourists see invisible things. Sometimes their point of view eluded him. By now, he was often the first in the group to raise his camera: to a roadside shrine or a sunset, to a buffalo plowing a paddy, ribs curved like a boat. But why were the others laughing at a billboard advertising Perlwite soap? What was fascinating about two village women grinding chilies on a stone? The dust of familiarity still lay in patches on the scenes through which he moved.

George noticed her feet again. They were nuggety and rectangular, like a young child's feet—even the sparkly turquoise nail polish belonged to a child. He wondered if Pippa bothered with right and left shoes.

Pienso que es muy importante (al menos lo era para mí) que si vais a enseñar a la gente a hacer observaciones, tenéis que demostrar que de ellas puede surgir algo maravilloso.

People should know better than to be an ass in front of writers. We immortalize things. Lots of things. And we take liberties with character descriptions.

I'm not staring. I'm observing. . . . And what do you observe? . . . A brave young woman who has always fought for what was right, even when it was unpopular.

Because he is weak and shallow, and you should learn to recognize men who are afraid of others with power, Mutnodjmet

It stood. It faced me. Dark, dark against the sea. I saw its arms hanging at its sides. I saw that one shoulder was higher than the other. I saw its wet round head.

How do you know all these things?' He shrugged. 'It's boring being a goatherd. Nothing to do except watch goats. If I hadn't watched other creatures, I'd have gone mad.

Torak and Wolf looked at her in surprise, and she found herself facing two pairs of wolf eyes: one amber, one light-grey.

A bee bumped against the wall.

She raised an eyebrow. "I thought I sensed something oddly human about you. From the moment I though it was simply residue from your recent and ill-advised horizontal romp with that girl" "What makes you think we were horizontal?" Darrack's lip twitched