Quotes About Observation

Seeing within changes one's outer vision.

In my lifetime I have seen Frenchmen, Italians, Russians, etc.; thanks to Montesquieu, I even know that one can be Persian. But as for man, I declare that I have never in my life met him; if he exists, he exists unknown to me.

My dad once told me that women know things that men don't. That sometimes they have a certain look in their eyes, but when you see it, you should never ask them what they're thinking. If you do they might tell you something you don't want to hear.

You are feeling better, no?' he asked. My mouth dropped open. 'I thought you didn't speak our language...' I said. He shrugged. 'I do not speak well, but I can say enough. I understand more what I hear than I am able to reply. To rule, you must learn. I study many languages. You learn more by listening than speaking, no? So that is what I do. I have learned much already by listening to your conversation with the sorceress. I know you false. I know you to be farmer boy, not prince.

Most things look better from a distance...And as a matter of fact, so do most people.

Know what you write about, write about what you know; this is a golden rule to which you must adhere. To know you must study. The world is an open book in which all who run may read. Nature is one great volume the pages of which are open to the peasant as well as to the peer.

It is hard to find a butterfly in the city environment.

She told them everything she could. Garvin asked all the questions; Scarpino, clearly the recessive gene, said nothing, took notes.

But after years of practice I've come to feel grateful when I observe these unskillful patterns arise, because now I would rather see them than not see them. It becomes another chance to unhook from these patterns, to see their essential transparency, and to let go of the burden they bring.

A reputation once broken may possibly be repaired, but the world will always keep their eyes on the spot where the crack was.

Are you listening to the ones who keep quiet?

The third factor listed by Barlow is specific learning experiences. If a child is given excessive attention when ill, he may continue to use "sick behaviors" as a way to attract attention and sympathy. Similarly, if a child observes a parent or other adults using such strategies, he might adopt them as well.

It was also during this time in my remote viewing development that I began to see things out of the corner of my eye.

in order for someone to see reality as it is occurring there must be mental processing. Mental processing requires time; small amount that it might be, it is still sufficient to make an observation history. In other words, everything we humans believe we are seeing is in the past.

One night, in the warehouse of a grocery chain, I saw some egg-stealing rats at work. They worked in pairs. A small rat would straddle an egg and clutch it in his four paws. When he got a good grip on it, he'd roll over on his back. Then a bigger rat would grab him by the tail and drag him across the floor to a hole in the baseboard, a hole leading to a burrow.

Dzirdu kaiju klaigas. Skaista ska?a. N?c man l?dzi uz klinti, v?rosim t?s k?du stundu. Nerun?sim neko. Lai j?ra run? m?su viet?.

They had no previous connection whatever with Connemara; but they saw connections where others who should have seen them simply looked the other way.

people in new york are authorized by convention to snoop around and mentally measure and pass comment on any real estate they're invited to step into.

I see, I tell him, looking from him to Rachel and again to him. Then I turn to look for what it is we're supposed to be seeing.

I believe that my observations have always led me to find that the so-called realist moves about the world with a closed mind, ringed as it were with concrete and cement, and that the so-called romantic is like an unfenced garden in and out of which truth can wander at will.

What I see, what I see. What I see is the day in all its absurdity and triviality.

Alderpaw realized that he was gaping like a blackbird chick waiting for food.

I began to get the idea that this wasn't the brightest cat I'd ever met.

Yellowfang crouched among the thorns with Deerleap on one