Quotes About Observation

I studied her face, and for the moment just did that and let all the questions just slide away, like something dropped into the mist and water below us to slide away in the oily silence of the current. — Robert Penn Warren, All the King's Men (Harcourt, Brace, & Co., 1946)

Any act of pure perception is a feat, and if you don't believe it, try it sometime.

I've wondered why it took us so long to catch on. We saw it, and yet we didn't see it. Or rather we were trained not to see it. Conned perhaps into thinking that the real action was metropolitan and all this was just boring hinterland. It was a puzzling thing. The truth knocks on the door and you say, Go away. I'm looking for the truth. And so it goes away. Puzzling.

ÄŒlovÄ›k se dívá tam, kam jde a kde je, a v?bec tomu nerozumí. Pak se ale oto?í, podívá se, kde už byl, a za?ne se mu vynoÃ…â"¢ovat jistý vzorec. A pokud ten vzorec promítne do budoucna, m?že pak ob?as na nÄ›co zajímavého pÃ…â"¢ijít.

I hope later she will see and feel a thing about these parries I have given up talking to others about; a thing that exists here because everything else does not and can be noticed because other things are absent. She seems so depressed sometimes by the monotony and boredom of her city life, I thought maybe this endless grass and wind she would see a thing that sometimes comes when monotony and boredom are accepted.

Anda tidak perlu belajar di sekolah hebat, memiliki pekerjaan hebat, atau membaca buku hebat untuk menerima sejumlah informasi terbaik di dunia. Yang harus Anda lakukan hanyalah melihat dunia di sekeliling Anda dan mendengarkan masukan.

Games reflect behavior. They are instant feedback systems.

Just be an observer, not a reactor, to your emotions. Most people do not know that it's their emotions that are doing the thinking. Your emotions are your emotions, but you have got to learn to do your own thinking.

A broker is my eyes and ears in the market. They're there every day so I do not have to be. I'd rather play golf.

And finding what people miss is key to any success.

The point is, it saddens me to see

You noticed that I wore this outfit twice? Why, the only thing you wear twice is a sour expression.

Look, do you see that poem?' she said suddenly, pointing.

I guess you've got a spice of temper, commented Mr. Harrison, surveying the flushed cheeks and indignant eyes opposite him. It goes with hair like yours, I reckon

How terrible it must be not to see and feel beauty.... I'm so glad I can find happiness in all lovely little things... It seems to me that every time I look out of a window the world gives me a gift.

She turned to Roy with her gayest expression. He smiled back at her with what Phil called his deep, black, velvety smile. Yet, she really did not see Roy at all. She was acutely conscious that Gilbert was standing under the palms just across the room talking to a girl who must be Christine Stuart

Have you ever noticed how many different silences there are, Gilbert? The silence of the woods...of the shore...of the meadows...of the night...of the summer afternoon. All different because all the undertones that thread are different. I'm sure if I were totally blind and insensitive to heat and cold I could easily tell just where I was by the quality of the silence about me.

Oh, Aunt Elizabeth, said Emily breathlessly, when you hold the candle down like that it makes your face look just like a corpse! Oh, it's so interesting.

raised herself on one round elbow and looked out on a tiny river like a gleaming blue snake winding itself around a purple hill. Right below the house was a field white as snow with daisies, and the shadow of the huge maple tree that bent over the little house fell lacily across it. Far beyond it were the white crests of Four Winds Harbour and a long range of sun-washed dunes and red cliffs.

You never knew how beautiful a tree really was until you saw it leafless against a pearl-grey winter sky.

Wilson has some fancy name for it, but I call lit macanaccady. Anything I can't analyze in the eating line I call macanaccady and anything wet that puzzles me I call shallamagouslem.

So said Mrs. Rachel to the wild rose bushes out of the fullness of her heart; but if she could have seen the child who was waiting patiently at the Bright River station at that very moment her pity would have been still deeper and more profound.

There's all the difference in the world, you know, between being inside looking out and outside looking in.

She dropped miserably on the first chair she came to and sat there staring through the oriel, oblivious of Good Luck's frantic purrs of joy and Banjo's savage glares of protest at her occupancy of his chair.