Quotes About Observation

Trees, how many of 'em do we need to look at?

La identidad de cada cual es algo fugitivo y casual y cambiante, de modo que, si dejas de mirar a alguien durante un tiempo largo, puedes perderlo para siempre, igual que si estás siguiendo con la vista a un pececillo en un inmenso acuario y de repente te distraes, y cuando vuelves a mirar ya no hay quien lo distinga de entre todos los otros de su especie.

Los novelistas no escriben sobre sus asuntos, sino en torno a ellos», dice Julian Barnes. Y Stephen Vizinczey redondea ese pensamiento con una frase precisa y luminosa: «El autor joven siempre habla de sí mismo incluso cuando habla de los demás, mientras que el autor maduro siempre habla de los demás, incluso cuando habla de sí mismo».

Describing an unsatisfactory apartment for which an up-and-comer had to settle:] The flat crouched around him, watching like a depressed relation, waiting for him to take some action.

Profoundly intelligent, with a knowledge of human nature, whether European or Arab, which is the result of unusual powers of observation, but which, to the Moor, appears supernatural, the Sherif's audacity is as much mental as physical. He believes in the luck which invariably turns the most adverse circumstances to his final advantage, and is not above staking his remarkable immunity from danger against the credulity of his followers, but below this is the conviction of divine right.

No one looks at the mountains. But they were there, making them all look silly.

A cockroach stepped out from behind the ketchup, gave me a quick impassive once-over, decided that I was of the Brahmin faith, and walked earnestly across the table on errands of his own. Somebody had left a newspaper on the bench beside me, and I picked it up and swatted the cockroach, permitting his soul to transmigrate into the body of a quartermaster.

the act of looking and being looked at.

Jsou dvÄ› magická slova, jež udávají, jak dítÄ› vstupuje ve vztah ke svému okolí, a to: napodobení a vzor. Ã…Ëœecký filozof Aristoteles nazval ?lovÄ›ka nejnapodobivÄ›jÅ¡ím zvíÃ…â"¢etem; pro žádný jiný vÄ›k neplatí tento výrok víc než pro dÄ›tství až do výmÄ›ny zub?.

Je-li v takovéto atmosféÃ…â"¢e lásky možné napodobování zdravých vzor?, pak je dítÄ› ve svém správném elementu. MÄ›lo by se proto pÃ…â"¢ísnÄ› dohlížet na to, aby se v okolí dítÄ›te nedÄ›lo nic, o ?em bychom pak museli dítÄ›ti Ã…â"¢íkat: To nesmíÅ¡ dÄ›lat!

An unhappy childhood was not) an unsuitable preparation for my future, in that it demanded a constant wariness, the habit of observation, and the attendance on moods and tempers; the noting of discrepancies between speech and action; a certain reserve of demeanour; and automatic suspicion of sudden favours.

She is intensely human, and lives to look upon life.

If you hit a pony over the nose at the outset of your acquaintance, he may not love you but he will take a deep interest in your movements ever afterwards

What is this, said the leopard,that is so 'sclusively dark, and yet so full of little pieces of light?

And the Eldest Magician said, 'How wise are little children who see and are silent!

the village. There he saw a little girl holding

Nag coiled himself down, coil by coil, round the bulge at the bottom of the water jar, and Rikki-tikki stayed still as death.

Hsh! He is asleep. We will not wake him, for his strength is very great. The kites have come down to see it. The black ants have come up to know it. There is a great assembly in his honor.

When a snake misses its stroke, it never says anything or gives any sign of what it means to do next.

I was merely an onlooker; added to which, from the time I first read Pride and Prejudice I have loved Mr Darcy so much that no actual man has measured up to him.

Frank was silent for a moment. He said, "It's supposed to snow this weekend, according to the Channel Five guy, Tom Messner.

I was on South Bank one day by the Royal Festival Hall. It was a sunny day with a bright blue sky. I was looking up at a train crossing the Hungerford Bridge. Through the train I could see the sky successively framed by each window as the carriage passed. Each window moving quickly forward and away held briefly a rectangle of blue. The windows passing, the blue remained.

This is the real thing,' said Caroline. 'It's the deepest, the profoundist. It's the big bazonga, it's really existential.' OK, I said, watching a distant sweeper with a faulty program banging again and again into the information kiosk, 'just don't tell me it's a metaphor, OK?

Wel realy there aint no stilness any where is there. Not 1ce you begin to take noatis.