Quotes About Observation

The observer of the soul cannot penetrate into the soul, but there doubtless is a margin where he comes into contact with it.

How badly I even read. And with what malice and weakness I observe myself. Apparently I cannot force my way into the world, but lie quietly, receive, spread out within me what I have received, and then step calmly forth.

As he went up he disturbed a large group of children playing on the stairs who looked at him as he stepped through their rows. Next time I come here, he said to himself, I must either bring sweets with me to make them like me or a stick to hit them with.

Bu elle tutulamayan, bu korkunç sorumluluk durumunu bütün ac?lar?yla yüklenen biri olaca??m yerde, sözgeliÅŸi odandaki, o her zaman seni görebilen mutlu dolap olsam, ne iyi olurdu: seyrederdim seni, koltukta oturuÅŸunu, mektup yaz???n?, yat???n? ya da uykuya dal???n?.

I asked myself at the time: how is it that she is not astonished at herself, that she keeps her mouth closed, and expresses nothing of any wonderment?

Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate –he has little success in this –but with his other hand he can note down what he sees among the ruins, for he sees different (and more) things than do the others; after all, dead as he is in his own lifetime, he is the real survivor. This assumes that he does not need both hands, or more hands than he has, in his struggle against despair.

The first thing he saw in the small room was a large clock on the wall which already showed ten o'clock.

I only realize I am kneeling because I see your feet right before my eyes

Recently, (...) I saw a girl buying the Tribuna (...), obviously because of the fashion article. She wasn't especially well dressed, not *yet*.

antes de cada uno de sus estallidos de contrición volvía los ojos para comprobar si los espectadores eran numerosos.

Church staff creep silently as part of their job, you don't notice them.

Can't you see two inches in front of your nose?

In no case was there anything to show that he was afflicted with blindness and this in spite of the fact that he exercised undue economy in the spacing of lines.

Evening in the garden of the Askanischer Hof. Ate rice a la Trautmannsdorf and a peach. A man drinking wine watched my attempts to cut the unripe little peach with my knife. I couldn't. Stricken with shame under the old man's eyes, I let the peach go completely and ten times leafed through Die Fliegenden Blatter. I waited to see if he wouldn't at last turn away. Finally I collected all my strength and in defiance of him bit into the completely juiceless and expensive peach.

He has a hunger for people, the way a born doctor does.

Bir elman?n birbirinden farkl? görünümleri olabilir: Masan?n üstündeki elmay? bir an olsun görebilmek için boynunu uzatan çocuÄŸun görüÅŸü ve bir de, elmay? al?p yan?ndaki arkada??na rahatça veren evin efendisinin görüÅŸü.

22. Jeste? zadaniem. Jak okiem si?gn??, nie wida? ucznia.

For a suspect, movement is better than staying still, for someone who is still can always, without realizing it, be in the scales and be weighed with his sins.

Los testimonios no concuerdan sino el tema de su ropa: lleva siempre el mismo traje, un chaqué negro con largos faldones. Como es natural, esas diferencias no son efecto de una operación mágica, sino que dependen del humor con el que se mira a Klamm y de que los demás no tienen sino un breve instante para mirarle; las diferencias dependen del grado emocional del espectador y de los innumerables matices de su esperanza o de su desesperación.

Sight does not master the pictures, it is the pictures which master one's sight. They flood one's consciousness. The cinema involves putting the eye into uniform, where before it was naked.

Taking walks and observing the field mice.

Things aren't much wilder now, I don't think, than they were back then. Of course I just read about all the goings-on now. Ha.

Generally speaking, a howling wilderness does not howl: it is the imagination of the traveler that does the howling.

If you spend time alone in the wilderness, you get very attuned to living things.