Quotes About Observation

It occurred to me that the quiet in the suburbs had nothing to do with peace.

Something changed then. I saw my life in scale: it was just my life. It was not momentous, and only now did I recognize that it had once seemed so to me; that was while my father was watching. I saw myself the way I'd seen the cleaning women in the building across the street. I was just one person in one window. Nobody was watching, except me.

He went to the bar and stood there a while. But he was in the way of people getting their drinks. He moved to the edge of the crowd and just watched. Suddenly it seemed, he was drunk, in a suit that didn't fit, at a party where he didn't know anyone, and he was standing alone.

As I've already explained, Lady Shadow, I've spent a lot of time at court. I'm already well-versed in the art of bowing and keeping my mouth shut." "Ha! But have you read Crumpets and Cravats?

She led him into the family room and introduced him to Alice and Jeremy. Sensing Tommy's eyes on her and

And then I noticed the dandelions.

Of three things be wary- of a feather on a cat, The shepherd eating mutton, And a guardsman that is fat.

Life is attention to both the large and the small, little brother. Pay heed to the sun, but watch your feet, or you'll fall ingloriously on your nose.

There is no shame in loving. (...) This I think I have learned: where there is love, the form does not matter, and the gods are pleased. This I have observed: what occurs in nature, comes by the hand of nature, and if the gods did not approve, it would not be there. I give you these things as food for your heart and mind.

The idea was to measure everything and "make measurable" that which could not clearly be measured, to quote Galileo. That testable world was then subject to observation, hypotheses, and repeated experiments, forming what we now call the scientific method. And that method, we now know, can be applied to any study of nature, including the human body and its diseases.

I sometimes look into the face of my dog Stan and see a wistful sadness and existential angst, when all he is actually doing is slowly scanning the ceiling for flies.

Yet here apparently on this stifling summer afternoon was the eye of Mr. Flay at the outer keyhole of the Hall of the Bright Carvings, and presumably the rest of Mr Flay was joined on behind it.

I saw a Puffin In the Bay of Baffin Sittin on Nuffin And it was Laffin.

Every blade of the grass was of consequence, and the few scattered stones held an authority that made their solid, separate marks upon the brain - each one with its own unduplicated shape: each rising brightly from the ink of its own spilling.

As he trilled, as he prattled, as he indulged in his spontaneous 'conceits', as he gestured, fop-like and grotesque, his magnified eyes skidding to and fro behind the lenses of his glasses, like soap at the bottom of a bath, his brain was often other-where, and these days it was well occupied.

The collie-dog Kep met her coming out, What are you doing with those onions? Where do you go every afternoon by yourself, Jemima Puddle-duck? Jemima

He was sitting on a log; he sniffed the air and

Anyone who can't learn from other people's mistakes simply can't learn, and that's all there is to it. There is value in the wrong way of doing things. The knowledge gained from errors contributes to our knowledge base.

In my experience, if you look people in the eye they usually mind their own business

trend you've noticed and quite possibly one you don't like.

PEREGRINE It seems, Sir, you know all. POLITICK WOULD-BE Not all, Sir: but I have some general notions. I do love To note, and to observe: though I live out From the active torrent: yet I'll mark The currents and the passages of things For mine own private use.

Observe him, as his watch observes his clock, and true as turquoise in the dear lord's ring, looks well or ill with him.

A short story works to remind us that if we are not sometimes baffled and amazed and undone by the world around us, rendered speechless and stunned, perhaps we are not paying close enough attention.

Theorists of journalism have long noted parallels to Heisenberg's uncertainty principle in physics: by reporting on something, one subtly but irrevocably changes it.