Quotes About Observation

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does not even try to give us complete information about the events around us—it gives information about the correlations between

We always become what we behold; the presence that we practice matters.

In fact, the best of modern theology is revealing a strong "turn toward participation," as opposed to religion as mere observation, affirmation, moralism, or group belonging. There is nothing to join, only something to recognize, suffer, and enjoy as a participant.

We become what we are willing to see.

In many ways what we're seeing as we explore the Bible is an observing of the development of human consciousness and human readiness for God. That's why we do see some difference between the earlier and later Scriptures: There's been a development in consciousness. In

The ability to stand back and calmly observe my inner dramas, without rushing to judgment, is foundational for spiritual seeing.

Practice is standing in the flow, whereas theory and analysis observe the flow from a position of separation.

It was a scary thought. A man could be surrounded by poetry reading and not know it.

You get more misanthropic every day. - I get older every day. My experience of human nature gets wider and deeper.

Whereas some people's attitude suggested that perhaps they knew something you didn't, Mrs. Whiting's implied that she knew everything you didn't. She alone had been paying attention, so it was her duty to bring you at least partially up to speed.

The problem with trying to gauge mathematical probability was that it presupposed the circumstance you were observing was governed by chance.

Is good fiction more likely to be about the air we breathe or the nose we breathe it through?

Most people, he concluded, were selfish, greedy, unprincipled, venal, utterly irredeemable shit-eaters, but he'd also observed that these same people were highly sensitive to criticism.

A writer has to see things twice. First the thing itself, then its potential for a story. What he sees this second time is, in a sense, who he is. It's his artistic personality. What he doesn't see twice is just as revealing.

A man could be surrounded by poetry readings and not know it.

Sully understood this to be true, though it was a fairly recent phenomenon. Ruth had witnessed and reported it with considerable irritation. It couldn't have been the case when he was married to Vera, because his wife had kept a careful, detailed list of the things he did of which she disapproved, and she was not the sort of woman to hold anything back. She surely would have mentioned it if he'd slept with his eyes open.

He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.

The room was full of law. Apparently somebody on Younger's force had invited the state police to attend after all; the pack of technical men, with their cameras and chalk, powders and notebooks and little white envelopes, all seemed to professional, too sleek, too quiet and efficient to be any part of the local law. The local law was three dough-faced farm hands in rumpled blue uniforms, standing around the room looking for traffic to direct.

We're not copying life, we're making a comment on it.

He sat. The white cat still contemplated him with large, moist eyes.

He stopped several feet away, assessing them with one smooth glance, and in that instant Miranda could have sworn she saw something flicker in his dark, dark eyes. Curiosity? Confusion? Whatever it might have been, in the very next second it was gone, replaced by polite detachment.

Well, as long as we're all here," Miranda began, while Parker let out a prolonged groan. "Uh-oh. I sense drama." "Impossible," Roo said offhandedly. "You have no sense.

I pointed to a red-tailed hawk half a mile above us. I watched the hawk to see if it was Chubb. Strange things happen in the animal world when a loved one dies, that's a fact. They honor our passage with far more reverence than we do theirs.