Quotes About Observation

I figured it out this afternoon, when they let me take a walk around the grounds, that these cows are stupid. Bovine. I knew the word, but I hadn't quite appreciated how literal it could be. I

Quando nada acontece, há um milagre que não estamos vendo.

Henry James escreveu não sei onde que ler um romance é olhar pelo buraco da fechadura.

Sem conseguir resolver para onde olhar durante todo esse tempo, Dafé se admirou de haver tanta ciência naquela gente comum, se admirou também de nunca ter visto nos livros que pessoas como essas pudessem possuir conhecimentos e habilidades tão bonitos, achou até mesmo a mãe uma desconhecida, misteriosa e distante, em seu saber antes nunca testemunhado. Quantos estudos não haveria ali, como ficavam todos bonitos fazendo ali suas tarefas, agora também ela ia ser pescadora!

To quote Shirley Polanski, head waitress at the Humdinger Diner: "Beware of a big man whose stomach doesn't move when he laughs." I think a Chinese philosopher said it first, but these things trickle down to the food service community.

I looked at her from the corner of my eye. Some people are hard to imagine as children.

Toys "R" Us. Zack put on a wool cap and sunglasses. "You look like a bank robber," I observed. "No toy is safe.

It's a pretty day, huh?" Meesha glared at me.

Life and death played out before my very eyes. You don't see these things if you clean your room regularly.

Alexis de Tocqueville, observing that "there was hardly a political question in the United States that did not sooner or later turn into a judicial one."1

As you go about your day, remember to notice something that you've never thought of being grateful for.

Everything if only you could see it clearly enough, is beautiful and complete – the ragged nest, Marion's torn muslin skirts fluted like a nautilus shell, Irma's ringlets framing her face in exquisite wiry spirals – even Edith, flushed and childishly vulnerable in sleep.

He had been too busy with the autumn pruning the last few days to stop as he often did to admire the close growing hydrangea bushes, their dark glossy leaves crowned with clusters of deep blue flowers. Now to his annoyance he saw that one of the tallest and most handsome plants, in the back row, a few feet out from the wall directly below the tower, had been badly crushed and broken, the beautiful blue heads limp on their stalks.

Presence is not an object. It is the openness that beholds it all.

The Holy Reality is already here, fully complete. And if you think otherwise, then simply stop, look and listen.

Because he was male, and to please himself, he took a slow, masculine appraisal: from the top of her head down to those unbelievably ugly black cop shoes. Then back up again. And really found himself really wishing she'd gotten doughnut-dumpy.

Sedona was thinking that watching a game when you already knew the final score must be a male thing

Los pequeños detalles muestran la extensión de lo que no sabes

I had planned to consult with a Black colleague, but when I approached her in the hall she had a crowd of students about, all of them talking, a stack of books in one arm, a mass of student papers in the other, seven committee reports wedged in between, as well as her small daughter in a backpack, and she was looking surreptitiously at her watch. So I went on reading and taking notes.

Shit," Clutch said after a few minutes. "The high-def has totally ruined porn. Are those ingrown hairs?

I didn't need to control her…Hell, I just wanted to sit back and watch her, try to figure out what made her tick and hold on for the ride.

You think you know that someone sees you one way, and barely at all, and then you realize that they see you in another. That was the night I realized (She) had seen- really seen- me all along.

Over the ten years since she'd been born, the trees of Briary Swamp, West Virginia, had peered through May's window night after night. They had watched over her thoughtful brown eyes, the imaginative crook of her head, the strong character of her knobby knees. The trees had laughed at the jokes May told her cat. Their leaves had whispered over her wild inventions, her colorful stories, her drawings.

You think you know that someone sees you one way, and barely at all, and then you realize that they see you in another. That was the night I realized Tiger Lily had seen- really seen- me all along.