Quotes About Observation

That's what he disliked about certain artists and writers. They interfered and pointed to everything as if you couldn't see it or read for yourself.

For once, mam, my bladder isn't near my eye and why isn't it?

Oh, look out, Miss Baker. Those two dogs hate each other just like humans. You best look out. They'll fight sure." Miss Baker sought safety in a nearby vestibule, whence she peered forth at the scene, very interested and curious.

She should have gone to some other dentist; the young fellow on the corner, for instance, the poser, the rider of bicycles, the courser of greyhounds. McTeague began to loathe and to envy this fellow. He spied upon him going in and out of his office, and noted his salmon-pink neckties and his astonishing waistcoats.

What you see is what you see

The second is observation. Observation is a skill that can be developed, but I was born blessed (or cursed) with the ability to pick up on details and items the average man overlooks.

I stood leaning on the gates of hell with a cigarette in my mouth, and some trees were on fire and they resembled lilies in their white eternal flames, and I knew it appeared to the others that I was callously watching the world unravel.

Their stupidity does not amaze me, its when they're smart that amazes me. It's baffling whenever you find someone who's smart — incredible. Soon you'll have zoos for such things.

There are three things that smell of fish. One of them is fish. The other two are growing on you!

we're constantly watched and always distracted

world in which we're constantly watched and always distracted.

Frank drove five miles north of town to an elevated spot overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, and directly below, Barmet Bay. From the road, they could see Bayport hugging the coast with its many docks stretching like dark fingers into the bay.

dark eyes. His brow was furrowed in a deep scowl, but in a flash he assumed

Joe volunteered to stay awake since he was not particularly tired at the moment. While the others turned in, he stationed himself in a chair near the window. Turning over the pages of a magazine, he listened to the sounds of the hotel coming to life. The buzz of cars in the parking lot indicated that the day shift was replacing the night shift. The elevator clanged as guests arrived and departed. A low hum of voices from the street reached the room.

Callie and Iola are giving the party together," Frank explained. "That reminds me, Joe. We're supposed to pick up the ice cream!" A short time later, as Frank and Joe stepped from the house, they noted the gray, leaden sky overhead. "Looks as if that fogbank has moved in from the bay," Joe commented. "It'll be thick downtown.

First impressions are always unreliable.

Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

Nervous states of the worst sort control me without pause. Everything that is not literature bores me and I hate it. I lack all aptitude for family life except, at best, as an observer. I have no family feeling and visitors make me almost feel as though I were maliciously being attacked.

So perhaps the best resource is to meet everything passively, to make yourself an inert mass, to stare at others with the eyes of an animal, to feel no compunction, with your own hand to throttle down whatever ghostly life remains in you.

I am on the hunt for constructions. I come into a room and find them whitely merging in a corner.

At that point I asked myself: How is it that she is not amazed at herself, that she keeps her lips closed and makes no such remark?

He advertido, de pronto, que en realidad no recuerdo su rostro en detalle. Sólo creo ver aún su figura, su vestido, mientras usted se alejaba entre las mesas del café.

A piece like a segment has been cut out of the back of his head. The sun looks in and the whole world with it. It makes him nervous, it distracts him from his work, and moreover it irritates him that he should be the very one excluded from the spectacle.

Yet Gregor's sister was playing so beautifully. Her face was leant to one side, following the lines of music with a careful and melancholy expression. Gregor crawled a little further forward, keeping his head close to the ground so that he could meet her eyes if the chance came.