Quotes About Observation

The psychiatrist wants to know why I go out and hike around in the forest and watch the birds and collect butterflies

Montag watched the great dust settle and the great silence move down upon their world. And lying there it seemed that he saw every grain of dust and every blade of grass and that he heard every cry and shout and whisper going up in the world now.

A dwarf on a giant's shoulders sees the furthest of the two!

And when you never look away all your life, by the time you are thirteen you have done twenty years taking in the laundry of the world.

Este libro tiene poros. Tiene rasgos. Si lo examina usted con un microscopio, descubrirá vida bajo la lente; una corriente de vida abundante e infinita. Cuantos más poros, cuantos más pormenores vivos y auténticos pueda usted descubrir en un centimetro cuadrado de una hoja de papel, más letrado es usted.

I like to watch people. Sometimes I ride the subway all day and look at them and listen to them. I just want to figure out who they are and what they want and where they're going.

There was going to be a war on Earth. He went out to peer into the sky. Yes, there it was.

For fifty years I've watched the grandfather clock in the hall, William. After it is wound I can predict to the hour when it will stop. Old people are no different. They can feel the machinery slow down and the last weights shift.

In your reading, find books to improve your color sense, your sense of shape and size in the world. Why not learn about the senses of smell and hearing? Your characters must sometimes use their noses and ears or they may miss half the smells and sounds of the city, and all of the sounds of the wilderness still loose in the trees and on the lawns of the city.

Hear a man too loudly praising others, and look to wonder if he didn't just get up from the sty.

I'm not surprised at anything any more, said the old man. I'm just looking. I'm just experiencing. If you can't take Mars for what she is, you might as well go back to Earth.

Once he saw her shaking a walnut tree, he saw her sitting on the lawn knitting a blue sweater, three or four times he found a bouquet of late flowers on his porch, or a handful of chestnuts in a little sack, or some autumn leaves neatly pinned to a sheet of white paper and thumb-tacked to his door.

Thinking about it, noticing it, is new. You do things and don't watch. Then all of a sudden you look and see what you're doing and it's the first time, really.

Wherever I land, next time I'll look close, swear to God.

From now on I hope always to stay alert, to educate myself as best I can. But, lacking this, in future I will relaxedly turn back to my secret mind to see what it has observed when I thought I was sitting this one out. We never sit anything out. We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.

Outside the window the boys gabbled to each other. 'White as milk, she said. White as milk.' 'White as a stone, like chalk you write with.

And then, to the sound of death, the sound of the jets cutting the sky into two black pieces beyond the horizon, he would lie in the loft, hidden and safe, watching those strange new stars over the rim of the earth, fleeing from the soft colour of dawn.

for he remembered last week and the two white stones staring up at the ceiling and the pump-snake with the probing eye and the two soap faced men with the cigarettes moving in their mouths when they talked.

And his eyes were beginning to feel hunger, as if they must look at something, anything, everything

Este libro tiene poros, tiene rasgos. Este libro puede colocarse bajo el microscopio. A través de la lente, encontraría vida, huellas del pasado en infinita profusión. Cuantos más poros, más detalles provenientes de la vida misma haya en cada centímetro cuadrado de papel, más literaria será la obra.

A writing may be lost; a lie may be written; but what the eye has seen is truth and remains in the mind!

He was there below me, and, upon my word, to look at him was as edifying as seeing a dog in a parody of breeches and a featherhat, walking on his hind legs.

He was just a word for me. I did not see the man in the name any more than you do. Do you see him? Do you see the story? Do you see anything?

All the pilgrims rushed out to see. I remained, and went on with my dinner. I believe I was considered brutally callous. However, I did not eat much.