Quotes About Observation

MORNING FALLS ON THE JUST AND THE UNJUST," I OBSERVE, and the nurse smiles politely and continues brushing my hair.

He is a small scientist using his hands, mouth, and imperfect coordination to determine the properties of the marvelous world around him. Your real tasks as a parent are prevention, vigilance—and very quick reflexes.

Children learn respect by seeing what it looks like in action.

Keep your eyes peeled. You might just see Christmas yet

English majors understand human nature better than economists do.

Good writers are like magpies, attracted to shiny things and storing away treasures - pieces of dialogue and experience - which pop up from memory unexpectedly.

A small, light object landed on my head. I looked around. Another small something hit me. I looked up. After a third thing hit me, I untangled a couple of deer droppings from my hair. It was spotted deer poop. I must be one of the only kids on the planet to recognise the sultana-like pellets of hares and deer and the boulders left by elephant and rhino. I heard a cackle behind me and turned to receive a handful of deer pellets full in the face.

Three mongooses, playing chase, burst out of the undergrowth and came galumphing across the track. The leader stopped and the other two bounced on him. There was a crazy bundle of squealing fur, ears, noses and tails. The mongooses broke apart. All three stood up on hind legs to look at us.

a dementia sufferer effuses delight and notices very different things when taken out in her wheelchair. Such people can teach us to see again the little things that make a big difference. They can show us how to enjoy familiar environments with fresh new eyes.

Your average person wouldn't recognize a sublime entity if it attempted to fist fuck them while waiting in line for the next Batman sequel.

Garza narrowed his eyes, then leaned back in his

Truth is, I think naked men are kind of strange looking what with their doodles and ding-dong hanging loose like they do. Nevertheless, there's the curiosity thing. I guess it's another one of those car crash experiences, where you feel compelled to look even if you know you'll be horrified.

Don't turn over the rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them.

I act as a sponge. I soak it up and squeeze it out in ink every two weeks.

History looks queer when you're standing close to it, watching where it is coming from and how it's being made.

By the time the arachne caught up with them in Kejesli's quarters, Maggy found layli-layli calulan in the midst of an elaborate lie. Like Maggy, layli-layli took advantage of Kejesli's lack of knowledge of her culture, a lack Maggy did not share. Nothing new in technique, Maggy noted, but she recorded it for her growing file on lying, for its style and for its purpose, which she hoped might become clear.

Here's the thing about being shy: just because you're not bowling people over with your giant personality, they might think there's not a lot going on inside. But they'd be wrong. Quiet types have rich inner worlds - we just don't let everyone see them.

You didn't have an effective role model for loving relationships. You have had to make it all up. What you did know is that you didn't want to be like your parents, but you didn't know how to filter the destructive actions from the good actions. So you created a fantasy about how ideal relationships work from a fanciful blend of what you imagined, saw at a distance or observed on TV.

Peacocks have the bright feathers. Fish have the long tails. Women have the mall.

Vision is also a fickle creature. You can see an object a hundred times, a thousand times, and it remains unchanged. Then in one swift second you realize it has been changing all along and your eyes hid it from you.

Vision is also a fickle creature. You can see an object a hundred times, a thousand times, and it remains unchanged. Then in one swift second you realize it has been changing all along and your eyes hid it from you. Savannah

Doesn't Cassidy look nice tonight?" "She certainly does," Bob answered. "And I'm sure she has wonderful shaving hygiene too.

Everyone is fond of plucky children, kids who launch into adventures, even (within reason) kids who sass back. What about the girl who sits for a long time and watches other children going down the slide, whose legs quiver just from imagining how it will feel to stand at the top of that silver swoop into the unknown?

The key line is "You're invisible now, you've got no secrets to conceal