Quotes About Observation

You can never see anything clearly when you're running.

Bars over the door, but not the window, and the roof looked

She craned her neck to see if Anna was

All the time, I looked out our lattice window. I watched the birds fly by. I followed the clouds on their travels. I studied the moon as it grew larger, then shrank. So much happened outside my window that I almost forgot what was happening inside that room.

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leerla, cerré los ojos y pensé: «Qué triste está Hermana

All women are mysteries." "Only men think that," said Pearl. "Largely because they're not paying attention.

She felt rather than saw Bruce frowning.

Did that ever happen to you? Do you have dreams that you are not in, in which you are only the observer. It's probably just me.

She watched. That was her gift. To disappear into the black, sink into the shadows behind and between. That's where you really saw things for what they were, when people revealed their true natures, Everyone was on broadcast these days, thrusting out versions of themselves, cropped and filtered for public consumption. Everyone putting on the show of me. It was when people were alone, unobserved, that the mask came off

Inspiration is all around us. Don't let the brain limit the mind .

Alexander Dumas, pere, whose son created the most famous consumptive of all in La Dame aux Camelias, observed in 1847 that "frail pale women come to Nice to die," and he criticized the townsfolk for "living at the expense of the sick foreigners.

I knew something was wrong when you started being so polite.

See much, study much, suffer much.

I have learned over the course of my many years that it is a bad idea, usually, to investigate piteous weeping but always a fine thing to look into a giggle.

I left home at the correct time but when I was riding along near the hatchery, the crew was separating some salmon, I guess I just got distraught, watching them.

You can stand at the edge of the meadow and look across to Sweden!

Ellen was motionless on the sidewalk

He sat in his dwelling alone, watching through the window, seeing children at play, citizens bicycling home from uneventful days at work, ordinary lives free of anguish because he had been selected, as others before him had, to bear their burden.

But suddenly Jonas had noticed, following the path of the apple through the air with his eyes, that the piece of fruit had—well, this was the part that he couldn't adequately understand—the apple had changed. Just for an instant. It had changed in mid-air, he remembered. Then it was in his hand, and he looked at it carefully, but it was the same apple. Unchanged. The same size and shape: a perfect sphere. The same nondescript shade, about the same shade as his own tunic.

From across the room, Mama watched them

Jonas stood for a moment beside his bike, startled. It had happened again: the thing that he thought of now as "seeing beyond." This time it had been Fiona who had undergone that fleeting indescribable change. As he looked up and toward her going through the door, it happened; she changed. Actually, Jonas thought, trying to recreate it in his mind, it wasn't Fiona in her entirety. It seemed to be just her hair. And just for that flickering instant.

Miles clutched Quinn's elbow. Don't Panic. I'm not panicking, Quinn observed, I'm watching you panic. It's more entertaining .

But have you ever overheard two women discussing men? Men are crude liars, comparing their drabs, but women - I'd rather have [an] anatomist dissect me alive than to listen to the things the ladies say about us when they think they are alone.