Quotes About Observation

People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment.

Det enda jag hör efter det är min egna andhämtning och ljudet av lukten, av mina egna steg

they were able to see the pink bars of light on the snowy banks of Himmel Street's rooftops. "Look at the colors," Papa said. It's hard not to like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them.

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

Through the overcast sky, I looked up and saw the tin-can planes. I watched their stomachs open and drop the bombs casually out. They were off target, of course. They were often off target.

It's funny how when you watch people from a long distance, it all seems voiceless. It's like watching a silent movie. You guess what people say. You watch their mouths move and imagine the sounds of their feet hitting the ground. You wonder what they're talking about and, even more so, what they might be thinking.

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

The dilemma, of course, was the communism. A single great idea. A thousand limits and flaws. Growing up, Penelope never noticed. What child ever does? There was nothing to compare it to.

Creo que a los humanos les gusta contemplar la destrucción a pequeña escala.

I watched the sky as it turned from silver to grey to the colour of rain. Even the clouds tried to look the other way.

HERE IS A SMALL FACT You are going to die. The question is, what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and 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.

Nije to neka velika stvar, ali valjda je stvarno istina – velike stvari tek su male stvari koje ljudi zamje?uju.

Era înalt în pat È™i pot vedea argintul printre genele lui

I traveled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity. I watched

Ensin värit. Sitten ihmiset. Sillä tavoin minä yleenä asiat näen. Tai ainakin yritän.

People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment.

I laugh and the stars watch.

The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both.

When I glanced back at the plane, the pilot's open mouth appeared to be smiling.

People observe the colours of a day only at its beginnings and ends

I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

It's not a big thing, but I guess it's true— big things are often just small things that are noticed.

The human child—so much cannier at times than the stupefyingly ponderous adult.)

From a distance, people observed. Such a thing was easier from far away.