Quotes About Observation

There was a tolerably fair sprinkling of young folks, and another fair sprinkling of gentlemen and ladies who were non-committal as to age, being neither actually old or absolutely young.

what a dull-witted slug the average human being is.

Mirar está al alcance de cualquier holgazán necesitado de un corte de pelo.

Shakespeare hiçbir ÅŸey yaratmad?. O, doÄŸru bir ÅŸekilde gözlemledi ve fevkalade resmetti.

In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.

Tan poco observador eres que todavía no has descubierto que la felicidad y el estar en sano juicio son dos cosas imposibles de combinar? Un hombre de inteligencia sana no puede ser feliz, porque la vida es para el una realidad, y ve que es una realidad terrible. únicamente los locos, y no muchos locos, pueden ser felices.

seemed like a vast warty bug taking a meditative walk.

Considering the elaborate circumstantiality of detail observable in the item, it seems to me that it ought to contain more information than it does. On

The Doc. Virginia and Simon had told me that Dr. Dale was my doctor. I have a fuzzy recollection of walking up to some doctor-looking person and being totally absorbed by his gold tie clip. I suspected it was the button to end the world so I didn't touch it. I'm pretty sure it was Dr. Dale. I don't know who else would be so tasteless as to walk around a mental hospital wearing the button to end the world.

Often we see the situation (A) and the reaction (C) but are unaware of the interpretation (B).

the finest act of seeing is necessarily always the act of not seeing something else.

La maison de Navidson peut-elle exister sans qu'on en fasse l'expérience ?

Hello? That was the first word she ever said to me in the Shop. Not like Hi either. More like Hello, is anyone home? hence the question mark. I wasn't even looking at her when she said it, just staring blankly down at my equally blank pad of tracing paper, probably thinking something similar to all those ridiculous, sappy thoughts I just now recounted, about road trips and forest fires and motorcycles, remembering her, even though she was right there in front of me, only a few feet away.

When a pebble falls down a well, it is gratifying to hear the eventual plunk. If, however, the pebble only slips into darkness and vanishes without a sound, the effect is disquieting. In the case of a verbal echo, spoken word acts as the pebble and the subsequent repetition serves as "the plunk." In this way, speaking can result in a form of "seeing...

I climbed aboard and took it in my hand, not realizing that I would keep it and view it several thousand times over the years. I would watch the places where we intersect, and marvel at what the girl saw and how she survived. That is the best I can do- watch it fall into line with everything else I spectated during that time.

It's hard to not like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them.

She kept watching the words.

Big things are often just little things that people notice.

I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty and I wonder how the same can be both.

A SMALL THEORY*** People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and its ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.

Have you ever noticed that idiots have a lot of friends? It's just an observation.

First the colours. Then the humans. That's usually how I see things. Or at least, how I try.

There are moments when you can only stand and stare, watching the world forget you as you remove yourself from it - when you overcome it and cease to exist as the person you were.

Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver.