Quotes About Observation

I have got acquainted with Lofty John. Ilse is a great friend of his and often goes there to watch him working in his carpenter shop. He says he has made enough ladders to get to heaven without the priest but that is just his joke.

There's one thing plain to be seen, Anne," said Marilla, "and that is that your fall off the Barry roof hasn't injured your tongue at all.

Tommy and Adam Cowan, over at Markdale, are twins; and they're both cross-eyed. So I s'posed that was what being twins meant.

There's one thing plain to be seen, Anne, said Marilla, and that is that your fall off the Barry roof hasn't injured your tongue at all.

She gives me meals that stick to my ribs. She don't forget to put salt in the porridge. She never slams doors, and when she has nothing to say, she don't talk. That's uncanny in a woman, you know, Mister.

So far, the ordinary observer; an extraordinary observer might have seen that the chin was very pointed and pronounced; that the big eyes were full of spirit and vivacity; that the mouth was sweet-lipped and expressive; that the forehead was broad and full; in short, our discerning extraordinary observer might have concluded that no commonplace soul inhabited the body of this stray woman-child of whom shy Matthew Cuthbert was so ludicrously afraid.

The more I saw of men, the more I liked cats.

It's been a long time since I've seen you, Palmer. But you're just the same, only more so.

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

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

The Pringles are mushrooms compared to them.

It's—it's—just like a man, said Miss Cornelia helplessly.

Occasionally she looked at Anne, seemed on the point of saying something, then shook her head and buttoned up her mouth.

Ming is the only person besides Brenda who sees Katherine for what she is—a vengeful martyr in a Kabuki mask of dedication. Ming is also the only person besides Brenda who knows how infrequently Dagou actually talks to Katherine—knows

even when we stop typing and leave the house, we remain writers.

Though loyal and able and brave, Pea had never displayed the slightest ability to learn from his experience, though his experience was considerable. Time and again he would walk up on the wrong side of a horse that was known to kick, and then look surprised when he got kicked.

People he had known all his life were all around him, but they simply didn't see him.

He decided not to shoot the tall stranger, mainly because he admired his soft felt hat.

don't care if they're horses or women or Indians or what. I learned long ago there's much to be said for dumbness.

What do you do with bugs?" Joe asked, feeling that the man was the strangest he had ever met. "I study them," the man said. Joe hardly knew what to say. What was there to study about a bug? Either it bit you or it didn't.

Looking at her, though, was like looking at the hills. The hills stayed as they were. You could go to them, if you had the means, but they extended no greeting.

She is intelligent, tanjit! She's just never been hurt!......All you've got to do is watch her walk. Clumsy. Every second, it looks like she's going to fall over. But she doesn't. She doesn't knock things over with her elbows. She doesn't spill things or drop things. She never did. She never learned not to, don't you see? So she's not graceful.

It can be wonderful to see something about ourselves, even when what we're seeing is not especially wonderful.

Mindfulness is often likened to a mirror; it simply reflects what is there. It is not a process of thinking; it is preconceptual, before thought. One can be mindful of thought. There is all the difference in the world between thinking and knowing that thought is happening, as thoughts chase each other through the mind and the process is mirrored back to us.