Quotes About Observation

That trains mostly stay on rails, that the streets are mostly peaceful, that the square continues green and quiet below my window is more than I have any right to expect, and it happens every day.

I stil aint qwite said how it wer. Not like a diffrent country. It wer mor like I wer behynt the back clof in a show. Thats how it wer. Thru the clof I cud see the other figgers moving I cud see the peopl watching only no 1 cud see me. If I wer a figger in a show what hand wer moving me then? I cudnt be bothert to think on that right then. Theres all ways some thingwl be moving you if it aint 1 thing its a nother you cant help that.

We do not see the lens through which we look.

The Japanese, she argues, are unusually sensitive to the opinion of others. Shame comes from not living up to social obligations. You can feel guilty about a crime that goes unnoticed. Shame depends on the observation of others.

As time passed, hundreds of Arabs streamed out from neighboring areas and the Old City with more guns, hand grenades, and Molotov cocktails. British soldiers watched from their post less than a hundred yards away and did nothing.

she turned to the first page, feeling vaguely prurient, like an eavesdropper or a peeping tom. Novelists spend a lot of time poking their noses into other people's business. Ruth was not unfamiliar with this feeling.

Could Pesto be his own observer? Interesting question. He used to like to raise his leg and study his asshole. It didn't seem like this observation caused him to split into multiple cats with multiple assholes.

She knew so much about what was happening in the world, even as she grew more isolated from it.

Unbelievable! It was a total setup. They were all watching me carefully now, my mom, Muji, Jiko, who I sensed could see me through her closed eyelids, and my dad, who was still on the balcony, pretending to be all nonchalant and casual. I hate it when grown-ups watch you like that. Makes you feel like a malfunctioning cyborg. Not quite human.

Lulu writes: "When Mother, Mr. Jones and I were walking through those strange, crowded downtown streets, where people were sticking their hands into pickle barrels, pointing to smoked fish, and eating sliced herring, I saw the scene in a whole new way. They weren't buying food: They were finding their way home.

What I was learning, on those weekend walks, is how much you can find out about a person merely by watching what he eats. Food became my own private way of looking at the world.

I was slowly discovering that if you watched people as they ate, you could find out who they were.

It was a completely innocent remark. To me, the subway is more than a quick way to get from one place to another. It is New York in miniature, an intimate glimpse of the city. You rub shoulders with everyone who lives here, find out what they're reading, see what they're wearing, eavesdrop on their conversations.

He turned on to the track and wondered why no birds were singing. The only sound he could hear was the buzz and rattle of a drill, which he assumed to be the farmer doing something to a fence. It was, in fact, a woodpecker whose presence would have thrilled him had he known what it was.

stumped in at ten past ten, wearing a checked windcheater that looked as if it was made from a car rug

in case anyone might think I was snooping.

figure. She was with her more than the other occupants of the house. "You're beginning to get stout, Bertha," she said, using

It wasn't just catching mackerel that made those dawns red-letter days for us. It was like watching the world being created anew to watch the sun come up -the orange streak changing to flames -orange, yellow, crimson; to watch the whole bay catch the glory of it – to watch the western sky take fire. People who don't ever watch sunrises miss a lot of wonder.

having nothing better to do, meandered off to a coffee shop and sat facing each other for a couple of hours, neither of them talking much but each coming to the general conclusion that the other was a person rather like himself...

I remembered reading in a hard-boiled detective novel that if you drink in the same place two nights in a row, the bartender and waiters will remember your face.

Allmählich wurde mir klar, warum Frank auf so eine dreiste Weise morden konnte, ohne verhaftet zu werden. Weil in unserem Land niemand Notiz von Fremden nimmt. Ob das in Amerika auch so war?

Å»eby zrozumie? wspóÅ'czesny Å›wiat, nale?y posÅ'ugiwa? siÄ™ ruchomym globusem i przyglÄ…da? siÄ™ scenie, na której ?yjemy, z ró?nych punktów ziemi.

To understand our world, we must use a revolving globe and look at the earth from various vantage points.

Pese a un mapamundi totalmente nuevo, el cometido de observar, examinar, interpretar y describir la filosofía y la existencia, el pensamiento y las condiciones de vida de tres cuartas partes de la humanidad, sigue -igual que en el siglo XIX- en manos de un reducido grupo de especialistas: antropólogos, etnógrafos, viajeros, periodistas…