Quotes About Observation

security guard to Ikuto: Man... how much metal do you have on you?!

People see God every day, they just don't recognize him.

El trabajo de un escritor consiste en vivir intensamente en la calle para después encerrarse solo, en un cuarto, y jugar, soñar, pensar, reflexionar, y finalmente, escribir sobre toda esa gente que ha conocido en la calle. Aunque los escritores saben que no es conveniente reconocer este proceso. Así evitan problemas y reclamaciones posteriores. Yo

Simón manejaba bien. Me fijé porque Vicky dice que mira cómo maneja un tipo y sabe cómo coge.

Mas o panorama reduzia-se a porcos e galinhas passeando num monte de esterco, meia dúzia de palhotas, algumas ruínas de alvenaria e, ao fundo, na outra margem do Cubango, o Rundu, a Namíbia. Outro país, noutro planeta, a um segundo-luz.

She was secretly amused by the man who managed to give the impression of moving in all directions while standing still.

She seemed to like best my daughter, Pegeen's, paintings, thought when I made the observation that the people in Pegeen's paintings, strangely enough, never seem to be engaged in any conversation with each other, all going their own ways, Mrs. Luce replied, 'Maybe they have nothing to say.

She seemed to like best my daughter, Pegeen's, paintings, though when I made the observation that the people in Pegeen's paintings, strangely enough, never seem to be engaged in any conversation with each other, all going their own ways, Mrs. Luce replied, 'Maybe they have nothing to say.

Not that he was any expert on the subject, but Matt believed he could tell a lot about a woman by observing the way she watched a sunset.

Of course I'm not going to look through the keyhole. That's something only servants do. I'm going to hide in the bay window.

No two people see the external world in exactly the same way. To every separate person a thing is what he thinks it is -- in other words, not a thing, but a think.

My favorite thing about the Internet is that you get to go into the private world of real creeps without having to smell them.

No matter the origin, it's you who notices an idea and gives it weight; the perception is always happening in you.

Habits of an empowerED teacher: "read, notice, think, make theories about how writing works, imagine possibilities, write yourself; it isn't magic, it's just slow, creative work.

And she turned and walked out again, and he stood staring after her, noticing, absurdly, that she was wearing the same high silver-heeled boots that she had had on the day of the crash.

the young swans as big as their parents now, but still grey and it looks peculiar, like two different species swimming in a line, alike in all their movements, and no doubt they think they are the same, while everyone can see that they are not.

U bent hier blijkbaar al een poosje niet meer geweest,' zei hij in steenkolenzweeds. 'Dat cafe is al twee jaar dicht', en ik dacht, waarom denken Denen altijd dat alle Noren Zweden zijn en waarom spreken ze dan zo ongelooflijk slecht Zweeds. Er zijn verdomme toch drie landen in Scandinavie.

Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker.

Poets, the best of them, are a very chameleonic race; they take the colour not only of what they feed on, but of the very leaves under which they pass

The most amazing thing about young men is how invisible they were to you when you were young. It is also the most poignant.

Sometimes," he said, "you've got to watch people a long time to see who they are.

A newspaper story, like anything else, is more attractive from a distance, when it first comes to you, than it is when you get in close and agonize over the details. Which I presume is how Yardley got in the habit of keeping himself at a distance.

He] did not understand women. It wasn't the way bartenders or comedians didn't understand women, it was the way poor people didn't understand the economy. You could stand outside the Girard Bank Building every day of your life and never guess anything about what went on in there. That's why, in their hearts, they'd always rather stick up a 7-Eleven.

he told a story about the days when he was a reporter himself and how he had gotten so close to story that he finally couldn't write it...When I stared at something long enough, the lines blurred and I could no longer see it for what it was. One thing became another.