Quotes About Observation

There I could look at heads cut open in various ways, innumerable ways, the whole machinery drawn and colored with the utmost precision. I especially loved the pictures of brains, whose different coils were distinguished by every color of the rainbow. Many years later, when in an anatomy lab I saw a real brain for the first time, I was surprised (though of course I knew better) that it was so drab a thing.

PojechaÅ'em dalej i zaparkowaÅ'em pod wielkimi kasztanami przy basenie, po którym pÅ'ywaÅ'y senne Å'abÄ™dzie. Nie lubiÄ™ tych gÅ'upich bydlÄ…t i nie rozumiem, czemu tylu zdolnych ludzi zwÅ'aszcza artystów, daÅ'o siÄ™ nabra? na ich wygiÄ™te szyje.

He looked on them with the same amused detachment as Einstein, in the waning years of his life, must have felt watching children at play in a sandbox.

At Gold's Gym I met Mr. Olympia, Arnold Schwarzenegger. One day Jackie and I strolled past Arnold and a female on the boardwalk at Venice Beach. Indicating me, Arnold said to his companion, "See that guy there? Those aren't arms—they're legs.

Instead of closing our eyes to meditate, we need to open our eyes and observe. Unless our spiritual practice is grounded in a real connection to the natural world, we run the risk of simply manipulating our own internal imagery and missing the real communication taking place all around us.

Probably the hardest thing in the world for a man is the simple observation and acceptance of what is. Always we warp our pictures with what we hoped, expected, or were afraid of. In Russia we saw many things that did not agree with what we had expected, and for this reason it is very good to have photographs, because a camera has no preconceptions, it simply sets down what it sees.

By taking elements you observe in life, you can develop qualities in your acting life that you don't ordinarily call upon in your personal life.

He was, she reflected, almost rudely like a tortoise; and she was glad her friend kept none as pets or they might have suspected mockery.

And that's my point, Richard stated. Do you remember when you stood there, in a ballroom or whatever, and watched her stalk off - and wondered what the hell was going on?

The apparently unthreatening act of settling the mind on the breath and observing what is occurring in the body and mind exposes a contradiction between the sort of person we wish to be and the kind of person we are.

He's a wallflower.

I didn't know that other people thought things about me. I didn't know that they looked.

Sam has brown hair and very, very pretty green eyes. The kind of green that doesn't make a big deal about itself.

I look at people holdings hands in the hallways, and I try to think how it all works. At the school dances, I sit in the background, and I tap my toe, and I wonder how many couples will dance to 'their song.' In the hallways, I see the girls wearing the guys' jackets, and I think about the idea of property. And I wonder if anyone is really happy.

And I could see this boy doing his homework and thinking about my sister naked. And I could see them holding hands at football games that they do not watch. And I could see this boy throwing up in the bushes at a party house. And I could see my sister putting up with it. And I felt very bad for both of them.

He's a wallflower. And Bob nodded his head. And the whole room nodded their head. And i started to feel nervous in the Bob way, but Patrick didn't let me get too nervous. He sat down next to me. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.

I think they were afraid that some of us would try to kill ourselves or something because they looked very tense and one of them kept touching his beard.

I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they're here.

Then, Patrick pointed at me, and said something to Bob. He's something, isn't he? Bob nodded his head. Patrick then said something I don't think I'll ever forget. Hes a wallflower. And Bob really nodded his head. And the whole room nodded their head. And I started to feel nervous in the Bob way, but Patrick didn't let me get too nervous. He sat down next to me. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.

I saw other people there. Old men sitting alone. Young girls with blue eye shadow and awkward jaws. Little kids who looked tired. Fathers in nice coats who looked even more tired. Kids working behind counters of the food places who looked like they hadn't had the will to live for hours. The machines kept opening and closing. The people kept giving money and getting their change. And it all felt very unsettlingly to me.

I think its bad when the most honest way a boy can look at a girl is through a camera.

I look at people holding hands in the hallways, and I try to think about how it all works.

And I think it's bad when the most honest way a boy can look at a girl is through a camera.

You see things. You keep quiet about them. You understand.