Quotes About Observation

The great gift of the southern lands to our civilisation is the simple right to sit at an outside cafe table and look at things.

It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you watch them on a screen.

The content of your awareness is less important than the quality of the awareness

I don't identify with the feeling. "I" is not that feeling. "I" am not lonely, "I" am not depressed, "I" am not disappointed. Disappointment is there, one watches it. You'd be amazed how quickly it glides away. Anything you're aware of keeps changing; clouds keep moving. As you do this, you also get all kinds of insights into why clouds were coming in the first place.

It is enough for you to be watchful and awake. For in this state your eyes will see the Savior.

Atrévete a fijarte, sin temor ni fórmula alguna, en todo cuanto te rodea, y no tardarás en ver.

Travel definitely affects me as a writer.

Open your eyes, the Frenchman on the radio used to say, and see what you can with them before they close forever.

He sees what other people don't." What the war did to dreamers.

It is not so much the science of snow for me, anymore. I'd rather just look at it. The light, the way it absorbs sound. The way we feel as if the more that falls, the more we are forgiven.

Abrid los ojos y observad todo lo que podáis antes de cerrarlos para siempre»

he moved neither forward nor backward in time, but merely endured variations of the same day over and over. Maybe he was the one trapped underwater, under a Plexiglas floor, while the world moved on, men and women checking in and out of rooms, lugging overstuffed suitcases, the soles of their shoes passing lightly above him.

Abrid los ojos —concluye el hombre— y observad todo lo que podáis antes de cerrarlos para siempre».

Open your eyes, concludes the man, and see what you can with them before they close forever

Marie-Laure will indeed smell something, whether because her uncle is passing coffee grounds beneath her nose, or because they really are flying over the coffee trees of Boreno, she does not want to decide (151).

Flowers grow on her tiny wrought-iron balcony, and in summer she can estimate what time of day it is by feeling how wide the petals of the evening primroses have opened.

The other boys crane their necks. Dr. Hauptmann's lips are pink and his eyelids are improbably thin. As though he is watching Werner even when he blinks. He says, "Make them all.

DeschideÈ›i ochii È™i vedeÈ›i cu ei tot ce puteÈ›i înainte s? se închid? pe vecie .

Every small, concurrent event had slowed down and assumed an excruciating clarity.

Jutta drags herself closer; she watches her brother with outsize eyes. A piano chases the violins. Then woodwinds. The strings sprint, woodwinds fluttering behind. More instruments join in. Flutes? Harps? The song races, seems to loop back over itself. "Werner?" Jutta whispers. He blinks;

Foucault's pendulum would

Frederick can walk for hours in the woods, can identify warblers fifty yards away simply by hearing their song. Frederick hardly every thinks of himself. Frederick is stronger than he is in every imaginable way.

Look closely and the picturesque inevitably cracks apart and becomes more interesting.

Open your eyes, and see what you can see with them before they close forever