Quotes About Observation

De qué sirve la atención? Es más, ¿de qué sirve observar? La gente siempre está observando cosas. Lo que debería hacer es ver. Yo veo las cosas que miro. Soy el que ve.

Demasiado tarde! —exclamó, y por un instante adoptó una actitud infantil—. Has mirado demasiado y no has visto suficiente. Mirar demasiado puede impedirte ver, ¿lo ves?

It is a high place with a chance of falling. Things are more easily seen from edges. Danger rouses the sleeping mind. It makes some things clear. Seeing things is a part of being a namer.

Caiu uma tonelada de ferro batido. Se houvesse alguém olhando, teria notado que a roda caiu mais depressa do que a gravidade poderia explicar. Teria notado que ela caiu enviesada, quase como se fosse atraída pelo dracus. Quase como se o próprio Tehlu a tivesse direcionado para a fera com mão vingativa. Mas não havia ninguém para ver a verdade das coisas. E não havia nenhum deus a guiá-la. Apenas eu.

Hespe's eyes were dangerous slits by this point. But even more telling was her mouth, which had formed a thin, straight line. A word of advice to you. Should you ever see that look on a woman's fac, leave off talking at once and sit on both your hands.

I opened my mouth. Then closed it, deciding this was probably not the right time for questions. Half of seeming clever is keeping your mouth shut at the right times.

think things are usually bad one way or another," he said. "It might be that only us older folk can see it.

the thing before it was burned. One of them had been wounded and the others had been drinking. The priest had seen it

I think things are usually bad one way or another," he said. "It might be that only us older folk can see it.

A dog can bark three times without counting.

a guard was like a sphinx. He functioned not by some deed, but rather by his mere bodily presence.

De toutes ces péripéties, Jonathan Noël tira la conclusion qu'on ne pouvait se fier aux humains et qu'on ne saurait vivre en paix qu'en les tenant à l'écart.»

Mrs. Porter was fat, and her breath smelled like burnt newspapers.

You see?' said Baldini, equally both satisfied and disappointed; and he straightened up. 'You can't do it. Of course you can't. You're one of those people who know whether there is chervil or parsley in the soup at meal-time. That's fine, there's something to be said for that. But that doesn't make you a cook.

When Ted walked in the door, silence fell across the room. The silence must have been especially clumsy, perhaps even hitting its head and losing consciousness, because no one spoke. Instead, everyone watched. It seemed like a scene from an old western, where a gunfighter itching for a shoot-out walks into a saloon. I half expected to see tumbleweeds roll by.

Mind if I sit down?" asked Conrad. "It's a free country," said Toni. "Then why is everything so expensive?" said

Isn't that the kettle calling the pot collect?" English

That's when a shadow came over the table. The shadow was so big you could almost hear the table creak under its weight. It was like having an indoor eclipse. We had been approached by someone whom I could only describe as the fattest individual I had ever seen. I have never been one to make fun of the adiposily overadvantaged, but that is what this person was. Probably

Hey, look up there!" he said as he pointed toward the sky. "A flock of turtles." Like a fool, I looked. I knew it wasn't the right time of year for turtles to migrate, but I looked anyway. When

Anger flashed across Abnoba's face, followed closely by anger's lover, infuriation, and a look that may have been a private eye hired by anger's husband to keep tabs on her.

How come everything in here looks black and white?" "Forgot to pay the color bill," I said. Actually,

Herc watches the door. Occasionally, it watches him back. They can spend hours before one of them breaks down.

Where have you been, Theodora?," Mrs Goodman asked. "Walking, Mother." "And whom did you see?" Mrs Goodman flung her grammar like a stone. "I did not see a cat," said Theodora. Mrs Goodman looked at her daughter, who giggled before she left the room.

But the boy was not cheated by her ignorance. He was not intensely interested in answers, the things themselves were enough. So he ran on, holding the leaf by its twig, or feather by its quill, and whereas his mother thought mostly of arriving, discovery kept him in a state of endless being.