Quotes About Observation

John flung himself into a pseudo-karate stance, one hand poised behind him and one in front, posed like a cartoon cactus. I thought for an odd moment he had moved his limbs so fast they had made that whoosh sound through air but then I realized John was making that sound with his mouth.

Of all the dogs I've known in my life, I've never seen a better driver.

Do the bees know they make the honey for you? Or do they work tirelessly because they think it is their own choice? Have you never noticed that, after hearing a new word for the first time in your life, you'll hear it again within twenty-four hours? Do you ever wonder why sometimes you'll see a single shoe lying along the road?

The man who greeted her on the sidewalk was named Hank Kowalski. He was bald and had the eyes of a man whose favorite joke is just a shrieking child falling down a flight of stairs.

The bathroom was clean. Well, not clean, but there were no corpses in there.

Falconer was wearing his street clothes—jeans, a black turtleneck and an empty shoulder holster under his armpit. Cowboy boots. Little bit of beard stubble. John wondered if the guy would walk from one end of the street to the other without winding up covered in bitches.

That is how the human brain works, when it looks at a formless cloud, it tries to see a shape, or a face, or otherwise associate it with something that makes sense in some known cultural context, like the proverbial image of the Virgin Mary seen in the grain of a tree stump, or a slice of toast. But make no mistake—the observer supplies the face.

If you've actually seen a ghost—and I assure you that you probably have, within the last month—it would have just looked like any real, solid person. It's likely nobody saw that person but you and no, you can't photograph them. You're not seeing them with your eyes.

John glanced around, half expecting to see a disheveled Dave pulling himself up from some spot on the floor. He'd be squinting, his hair matted down, looking like he'd just been shit out of a dinosaur.

Have you never noticed that, after hearing a new word for the first time in your life, you'll hear it again within twenty-four hours?

I collect. Though I guess that wording would imply that I seek this stuff out; I actually meant "collect" in the way that dead bugs "collect" on your windshield.

I need . . . I need your God. I have watched you and . . . and you have such joy. Such peace. Both you and Zoe. How I long for it. But, Julia, I cannot go to your meeting to find it. Your father would be very angry. He might disown both of us.

I scooted around the house and looked in the window and was able to really see my family in a way that was, I guess, a lot clearer, because I had a lot less sensory input. I could look in through the window and see my family and feel closer to them than if I had been in the same room.

You Don't Need To Jump Off Of A Building To Appreciate Architecture

The Quantum Mechanic will fix your car, but it won't work unless you observe him fixing it

Do clocks tell time or does time tell clocks

The way you'll "watch" the game is through a score sheet that follows the passes, the dribbles, the shots, the rebounds, the steals, the fouls—most everything that happens with the ball. By following these most basic elements of offense, the score sheet will highlight the important aspects of the ebb and flow of the game. It will be like a broadcaster's play-by-play transcript of the game. The

After a moment, he turned sharply to me. 'Are you quite all right?' 'Yes, perfectly. Why do you ask?' 'Because I have just called you contrary and you did not bother to contradict me. I thought you might be ill.

After all, I might not intend to use him for a plaything, but I could still appreciate looking through the toy-shop window.

She didn't look at me and I didn't look at her. Some questions are so direct the only way to ask them is sideways.

I suppose it is quite certain he is dead?" I asked faintly. "There are bits of him stuck to your shoe," he remarked, rather unhelpfully.

It's the cleverest thing I have ever seen,' she pronounced. 'At first glance, you look like any other countrywoman, but you can move like a man in it.' 'I can move like a scientist,' I corrected. 'And that is more to the point.

He nodded. "Of course, the male is so dominant and attractive." "That is not the male," I corrected. "The male eclectus is green, the color of his surroundings, meant to blend in and go unnoticed. It is the female which boasts the glorious scarlet plumage. You, my dear general, have made the very common mistake of believing, as so many others do, that the male of the species is the default.

Sir Cedric looked at me appraisingly. "I was quite right about you. You need a husband. Someone with a firm hand to keep you in line. You are far too forward and mannish." I inclined my head graciously. "How kind of you to notice. In that case, permit me to wish you as pleasant a journey as you deserve.