Quotes About Observation

children often didn't notice the things adults classified as disastrous. The opposite, Whitcomb thought, was also true.

It's so weird all the different names they have for groups of animals. They have pride of lions, school of fish, rack of lamb. . . .

Why is it that when you wipe up dust its called dusting but when you wipe up a spill its not called spilling? Just something to think about.

Let's try and pay more attention to what's around us. Look up. Look down - if only so you don't trip. Ask questions. You know how kids always ask "why?" Ask why. Then ask why again. And then ask why again. And then ask why again. And then ask why again. And then ask why again. And then ask why again. And then ask why again. Don't stop asking why until you get the answer you're looking for. Or until you're escorted away by security, whichever comes first.

At a four-way stop sign, the person with the prettiest eyes has the right of way

social referencing,

A strange marriage that had been, though most marriages appear strange to spectators.

Thrown into the gutter, yet full of sense and personality. But life was that way. You couldn't tell what made personality, either in man or dog. Looking

he was almost repulsive, without a single redeeming trait, Asa thought, watching him as the car rolled away, but a pillar, nevertheless, of a respectable world.

When we notice new things, we become mindful, and mindfulness begets more mindfulness. The more mindful we become, the more we see ourselves as white shirts and the easier it is to find the red spot and remove it. Attending

Mindfulness, as I've studied it for more than thirty years, is the simple process of actively drawing distinctions. It is finding something new in what we may think we already know. It doesn't matter what we notice—whether it is smart or silly.

Have you seen Marcus?" he asked his ugly friend. "Yes, he was stoping some people in the Violet Room from climbing the curtains." "What for?" "They were not professionals." "Oh.

Boredom can be just another construct of the mind....There is always something new to notice.

How do I stop this misery?" I groaned, scanning the shelves for a cure. "Don't go out there," he said flatly. I contemplated this reasonable observation for about sixteen seconds. Move to town. Hang out at the laundromat. Have eight children. Then I melted back into the pinon-juniper forest.

time to see what Molly was doing. At first he didn't see her. Then he spotted the

Then she probably would have waved back," Max said. "And it might be a he." "Ha! Not likely," Lucia said. "Didn't you notice them?" "Them what?" Max asked. "Her... you know. She has breasts, Max! What do you think that is on her chest?" "I think it's a pair of crossed arms," Max said.

Raven: "Don't you notice that?" Alexander: "Notice what?" Raven: "The girls?" Alexander: "What girls?" Raven: "Hello! You were worried about bringing me to a bar when all along I should have been concerned about bringing you." Alexander: "I don't know what you are talking about." Raven: "The girls are drooling all over you!" Alexander: "Well, there is only one girl I want to be with and she's right here.

It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. How the artist captured the light, the details of my mother's dimples, the joy in my father's eyes, all through gentle strokes from his palette. The artist made me look alive when I felt lonely and grim inside. That's the way this man saw me. I decided then that that's what I wanted to do

is the peculiar gift of the truly great detective that he can apply to the inexorable rules of logic three catalyzers: an abnormal observation of events, a knowledge of the human mind and an insight into the human heart.

To me, photography is about finding something interesting in an ordinary place... I've found it has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them.

When I get up in the morning I brush my teeth and go about my business, and if I am going anywhere interesting I take my camera along.

To me, photography is an art of observation. It's about finding something interesting in an ordinary place…I've found it has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them.

Photography is an art of observation. It has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them.

All the technique in the world doesn't compensate for the inability to notice