Quotes About Observation

There was only one blonde in the room, and she didn't even have a tan.

Elizabeth couldn't help thinking that if Winston got any redder, they'd have to paint a white line in front of him and use him as a stop sign.

Lynne looked as if she were really having fun, Elizabeth realized. With a smile on her face and a sparkle in her eye, Lynne Henry was actually almost pretty!

I have one outstanding trait in my character, which must strike anyone who knows me for any length of time, and that is my self-knowledge. I can watch myself and my actions, just like an outsider.

One consolation of age is that you no longer think that everyone is staring at you, probably because they aren't.

The most important things, I told them, were observation and consciousness. Keep your eyes open, see clearly, think about what you see, ask yourself what it means.

Leaving the group, he reclined on a couch, drank morosely, and watched people. He noticed the games they played with one another. They put on masks of civility, all while spewing their venom.

Juan Garcia began putting chairs upside down on the tables. Gathering Mr. Packard's spoon, cup, and saucer, Dynah watched the old man walk stiffly across the room. His arthritis was troubling him again.

Cleo touched Sarah's head. "Cross your arms on the table and sleep awhile." Sarah did as she was told, wishing they could leave. Cleo obviously wasn't ready to leave. She seemed to be having a good time, and she kept staring at Merrick and smiling in a way Sarah had never seen her smile before.

All day Annie had watched family members, friends, and neighbors wander around the garden, and she kept thinking how they were all like flowers. Some were poppies, blooming bold and brief. Others were like ornamental vines, passionflowers, or trumpets. Still others were shy violets and wallflowers. And all together, what a beautiful world they made. Everyone different, everyone amazing to behold.

The general root of superstition : namely, that men observe when things hit, and not when they miss; and commit to memory the one, and forget and pass over the other.

Interest makes some people blind and others quick-sighted.

Miré a miss Baker, preguntándome qué sería lo que conseguía. Disfrutaba mirándola. Era una chica delgada, de pechos pequeños, que andaba muy derecha, algo que acentuaba echando los hombros hacia atrás como un cadete. Los ojos, grises, irritados por el sol, me correspondieron con igual curiosidad desde una cara triste, simpática, insatisfecha. Entonces me di cuenta de que la había visto antes en alguna parte, en persona o en una foto.

Ooh, the staring at threads class. My favorite.

Our inability to see atoms has to do with the fact that light acts like a wave, and waves do not scatter easily from small objects. To see a thing, the wavelength of the beam must be smaller than it is.

Blondes are like left-handed athletes, they all get a second look even if they don't deserve one.

Confine yourself to observing and you always miss the point of your life. The object can be stated this way: Live the best life you can. Life is a game whose rules you learn if you leap into it and play it to the hilt. Otherwise, you are caught off balance, continually surprised by the shifting play. Non-players often whine and complain that luck always passes them by. They refuse to see that they can create some of their own luck. Darwi Odrade - Chapterhouse: Dune

Police are inevitably corrupted. ... Police always observe that criminals prosper. It takes a pretty dull policeman to miss the fact that the position of authority is the most prosperous criminal position available.

I don't think it's quite that simple. Some people never observe anything, Life just happens to them. They get by on little more than a kind of dumb persistence, and they resist with anger and resentment anything that might lift them out of that false serenity.

Fear is the penalty of consciousness forced to stare at itself.

There are many degrees of sight and many degrees of blindness. What senses do we lack that we cannot see another world all around us?

I observed you in pain, lad. Pain's merely the axis of the test. Your mother's told you about our ways of observing. I see the signs of her teaching in you. Our test is crisis and observation.

Don't sit with your back to any doors.

the drowning man who climbs on your shoulders to save himself is understandable—except when you see it happen in the drawing room.