Quotes About Observation

Not much that happened on the beach got by Charlie Simmons. He was fourteen and his mother was the nurse who tended Winnie Banks, a lady with ALS who lived on the hill overlooking the beach. Charlie came to work with his mother every day. He hung out around the house, the town, the beach. He was, more than anything, a practiced observer. More observer than participant, something he'd change if possible. It

He handed her one of his blue work shirts, already decorated with a little old paint. He was very happy to see her put it over her sweats and tank. Then he observed with some consternation that she looked every bit as pretty and sexy in that oversize shirt.

When he looked up at her again, it was difficult not to notice that chest. He couldn't escape the feeling those boobs were going to poke his eyes out.

From the time they glanced down and noticed they were males, they assumed the dominant role.

So," I said as Cassidy and I headed toward Mr. Moreno's room, "I didn't see any secret messages last night." "I didn't want to be predictable," Cassidy retorted. "But at least now I know you're paying attention.

There was this philosopher-slash-historian called Foucault, who wrote about how society is like this legendary prison called panopticon. In the panopticon, you might be underconstant observation, except you can never be sure whether someone is watching or not, so you wind up following the rules anyway." "But how do you know who's a watcher and who's a prisoner?"... "That's the point. Even the watchers are prisoners.

You'll never escape the panopticon thinking like that.

So I went to sleep thinking of her, of the curve of her back in a light cotton dress, of her hair twisted up into its crown of braids, of her, leaping from the zenith of the plastic swing set and clearing the sandbox, turning a neat lap around the whole of Eastwood, California, while I stood there, trapped in the dreariness of it all, numbly watching.

How could I have known, back then, that the white house across the park would belong to Cassidy Thorpe? That out of a row of nearly identical McMansions, there'd be one window in particular I searched out every night before bed, looking for secret messages?

But how do you know who's a watcher and who's a prisoner?" I asked, pulling into the empty parking lot. "That's the point. Even the watchers are prisoners.

Marina rolled her eyes. "Besides, I saw the way you were staring at each other during lunch. You tow are so completely Pride and Prejudice." "You mean he'll scorn me for my family while convincing my sister's soul mate that eh doesn't really love her?" I asked hopefully.

There was this philosopher-slash-historian called Foucault, who wrote about how society is like this legendary prison called the panopticon. In the panopticon, you might be under constant observation, except you can never be sure whether someone is watching or not, so you wind up following the rules anyway.

But her window stayed dark after I replied, even though she knew I was there, watching. So I went to sleep thinking of her, of the curve of her back in a light cotton dress, of her hair twisted up into its crown of braids, of her, leaping form the zenith of the plastic swing set and clearing the sandbox, turning a neat lap around the whole of Eastwood, California, while I stood there, trapped in the dreariness of a it all, numbly watching.

When it comes to survival, maybe what's most important is simple fidelity: not by evangelizing people directly but by developing honest relations with one another—not looking for whether one is good or bad, or judging them by their ideology," says K?ska. "He was constantly observed by the secret police, parked right in front of his home. During the severely cold winters, he would bring them hot tea to warm them up. Because they were people, just like that.

seeing is only the first step. Think about what you see. Get together with others to talk about what you are all seeing. Analyze the facts and discern how your faith and your moral convictions should be applied concretely to the situation.

Competitors must be monitored, but never mimicked

THE EYES OF THE UNIVERSE' 630–1018

I worked in a pet store and people would ask how big I would get.

This is from an Indian comedian named Charlie Hill: "They say Balboa discovered the Pacific Ocean. My people were living here for hundreds and hundreds of years. We never noticed it? "One day the chief took his son to the top of a mountain. As they looked out over the hills and valleys, he spread his arms wide and said, 'Son, someday none of this will be yours.

I feel sorry for short people. When it rains, they're the last ones to know about it.

Because God is perfect, his handiwork functions in accord with immutable principles. By the full use of our God-given powers of reason and observation, it ought to be possible to discover these principles. These were the crucial ideas that explain why science arose in Christian Europe and no where else.

operation of the senses, everyone can furnish as many examples as he likes

the unfamiliar appearance of the people, "of a tawny complexion," so unlike the Portuguese experience of Africans; the men variously shaved or heavily bearded; the women, "as a rule, short and ugly

Most of us do not consciously look at movies.