Quotes About Observation

Have you ever studied a snake's face? - how optimistic they look. They have an eternal smile.

Watt had watched people smile and thought he understood how it was done.

You never know who's watching.

You behave as if everything is funny to you, but you never laugh. Sometimes you smile when you think no one is paying attention.

I flashed her a smile, but she didn't even look at me. So for brains and good judgment, I'd give her a three.

So would a Being, endowed with higher insight and more perfect intelligence, watching man and his doings, smile about man's illusion that he was acting according to his own free will.

With a polite smile, I decided she was insane.

He saw the girl watching him and he smiled at her. It was an old smile that he had been using for fifty years, ever since he first smiled.

They are not happy out there. Take a walk today and look at how many people smile. Look at how troubled they are, unhappy, stressed out. Go through the ghetto or go through Beverly Hills.

Jaime smiled knowingly. Men will read all sorts of things into a knowing smile if you let them.

I am amused to see from my window here how busily a man has divided and staked off his domain. God must smile at his puny fences running hither and thither everywhere over the land.

A village is a hive of glass, where nothing unobserved can pass.

Total surveillance is increasingly the general condition of society as a whole.

Our society is not one of spectacle but of surveillance.

There are no heroes in most of my stories. I look at our society with a critical eye and find nothing extraordinary in the people I see.

The writer is the person who stands outside society, independent of affiliation and independent of influence.

Mark my words, when a society has to resort to the lavatory for its humour, the writing is on the wall.

Don't go looking at me like that because you'll wear your eyes out.

Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.

The man who interprets Nature is always held in great honor.

Big things are often just small things that are noticed.

People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spot blues. Murky darkness. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.

It's hard to not like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them.

For one who is having no personal experience, the passionate disquiet of others is at any rate a titillation of the nerves, like seeing a play or listening to music.