Quotes About Observation

Automation tends to turn us from actors into observers. Instead of manipulating the yoke, we watch the screen. That shift may make our lives easier, but it can also inhibit our ability to learn and to develop expertise.

Dr. Henderson made the interesting observation that this was the very same day that North Korea had invaded the South, an event that still looked likely to provoke a third world war, for which Diane would also likely be held responsible.

You must learn to question everything. To wait before moving, to look before stepping, and to observe everything

How can you even think of food after what you have just witnessed?' 'It is because of what I have witnessed that I find it crossing my mind. Food is one of the principal means by which death is avoided.' - from Nicholas Meyer's "West End Horror" (dialogue tags removed for ease of reading)

God, they don't call you Sherlock for nothing, do they?

In that instant, I was a tiny grain of life gifted with being able to observe the inexplicable vastness of the universe, and the only thing that mattered was the excruciating beauty of being there. Of being there to experience it all.

something. "Mum," perhaps. Everyone is looking at her. Sixty people have turned to stare. Perhaps they'd

Anyone can talk,' she said, 'but the cleverest people spend their time listening.' And that really pleased me. It provided me with an identity, a sort of camouflage, so I could sit and listen to you all and not get noticed an not be judged for not saying anything.

But why is it that it seems that it's already happened? Like it's happened thousands of times before, that it will always happen, like a piece of CCTV footage of the city, stuck on loop.

The bot waited in the dark of the lounge, not bothering to talk to the ship, whom it found rather introverted and, frankly, a bore.

now I'm synthesizing personal experience with observation. As opposed to just projecting feelings on to someone you barely know or chasing some illusion. Now, I'm more into observing illusions taking their toll on other people. I feel pretty good about life these days.

That's how these songs of his seem to come to him anyway. They start from simple everyday occurrences the composer finds himself running into on the tube, say, or maybe on his way down to the off licence. And then they blossom into raging chunks of perfectly matched melody and savage eloquence.

To doubt that life evolved, even if some of the details described in this book may yet prove wrong, is to doubt the convergence of evidence, from molecules to men, from bacteria to planetary systems. It is to doubt the evidence of biology, and its concordance with physics and chemistry, geology and astronomy. It is to doubt the veracity of experiment and observation, to doubt the testing in reality. It is, in the end, to doubt reality.

But I'm not saying anything because I've just noticed the brick. Or rather the lack of brick. Of course, some of the dark shapes on the floor probably are bricks, but they don't look like my brick. The one that can be up against the door. But isn't.

You can change things by looking," Papa said. He showed me this with a coin. "Look at it this way," Papa said, showing me the round, flat side of the coin, the one with the king's head on. "Easy to see immediately what this thing is. It's a coin! No doubt about it. But look at it this way," and he moved the coin end-on, so it seemed a thin strip of grooved silver. "Not so easy now, is it? Remember, Mhairi, things don't always come with labels on.

You must learn to speak those thoughts of yours sometimes, child, or those who watch-like those gesith hounds of yours-will decide for themselves what you think, who you are, whose side you are on. For there are sides. Though I don't know which is yours.

What kind of car did Michael Honeycutt, banker, drive? What did he look like, how did he sound? I wanted to see him, to weigh the fabric of his suit, smell his cologne, judge his haircut, watch his body language, listen to the way he shaped his vowels.

The priests looked pinched and cold, though Hild didn't feel the chill.

Until she knew how these newcomers thought and what they wanted, she would keep it that way, keep her dice rolling in her cup. It was foolish to throw before all bets were on the table.

A spider only has to set at the edge of a puddle to catch the fly that dives to drink. A shrew has only to watch in turn for the spider. For the fly most come to the edge to drink, and the spider must follow the fly. Fate goes ever as it must.

She would watch and learn. Find out why Paulinus was taking such an interest in her, the king's niece, why he seemed to want to persuade her of his god.

I studied her, one bare foot tucked underneath her, the other swinging back and forth, and remembered the scent of sleepy, naked woman.

Moisture from the camera trickled down her neck, as far as the collarbones, which rose and fell, rose and fell. I wondered if the water would still be cool or whether it would have warmed running down her skin.

Those eyes saw everything. The green saw your heart, they said, the blue your mind, and the black…the black drank in wyrd and your woe so others would be safe. Killing was nothing to what thos eyes had seen.