Quotes About Observation

It is strange, is it not, how an accident of a millimeter here, a millimeter there, makes one face so important. Think about it Elliot, She has two eyes, a nose, a mouth, just like everyone else. It,s all in tiny degrees of placement, such small area of magic to make such a big difference. For me, Elliot, I must tell you it is a hard thing to understand- why these things, these millimeters, are so crucial to you, you of all men.

It has become clear that, as Janet observed one hundred years ago, dissociation lies at the heart of the traumatic stress disorders. Studies of survivors of disasters, terrorist attacks, and combat have demonstrated that people who enter a dissociative state at the time of the traumatic event are among most likely to develop long-lasting PTSD.

People who talk less frequently notice more.

What are you looking at?" Jordan demanded finally, watching her. "A dragon." When he looked bewildered she lifted her arm and pointed to the sky in the southeast. "Right there—that cloud—what do you see when you look at it?" "A fat cloud." Alexandra rolled her eyes at him. "What else do you see?" He was quiet for a moment studying the sky. "Five more fat clouds and three thin ones.

She shook her head, and he just-stared at her. She could feel his gaze, although she looked straight ahead and pretended that she didn't notice he was watching her.

If you truly are a would be writer then there will be no need for you to search for ideas. Everything that happens to you, your family and friends can end up as a storyline. Whichever way you look at it love, envy, despair and so on have been happening since the dawn of time; all you have to do is get the setting and characters right.

He has shown himself to be someone who is worthy of my gratitude. For you understand, my child"—Colette was again writing to Germaine Patat—"everything I'm not speaking of in this letter.… Distance and reflexion have been working on me, and I am obliged to observe that I've been brought to this place by a well-prepared train of events, which horrifies me. I also know that the house I shall return to will be empty.

Ideas seem to come from everywhere - my life, everything I see, hear, and read, and most of all, from my imagination. I have a lot of imagination.

You're a watcher, aren't you?" Peter said. "I can tell. You watch and listen. But you know what I'm betting. The thing you can't see so clear is yourself." I was startled. Here I was, trying to come up with something to say about the weather, and he said something real. "What do you mean?" I asked. "You don't walk like a girl who knows how pretty she is, for one thing. That's a crying shame.

I looked at his eyes. I was thinking: they are bluer than the sea. But then the sea is not blue at all, is it?

There!" Samantha wiped her hands and grinned. "It's gone. I feel better already!" She hurried away from the Dumpster. As Ashley and I followed Samantha down the street, I glanced back. I could see that one of the scarecrow's arms was caught on the edge of the Dumpster. "It looks like it's trying to climb out," I murmured to my sister. "Don't tell that to Samantha!" Ashley whispered back.

Robbie pointed with his sneaker. "Looks like a Bengal tiger." "Tiger?" we all shouted.

The impact of the sense of vision on philosophy is well summed up by Peter Sloterdijk: 'The eyes are the organic prototype of philosophy. Their enigma is that they not only can see but are also able to see themselves seeing.

The ideal of calm exists in a sitting cat.

Was den Menschen vom Tier unterschied, war die Fähigkeit, im Angesicht der Katastrophe "Siehste!" zu denken.

Schon ein paar Tage konzentrierter Beobachtung genügen, um die Vorlieben und Abneigungen, Gewohnheiten und Empfindlichkeiten, Stimmtonarten und Farbschemata der Haut zu kennen, die sich um die Standarte eines Personennamens versammeln und miteinander ein Wesen formen, das 'Mensch' genannt wird, so wie große Mengen von Fischen 'Schwarm' heißen.

stand die Mutter noch immer vor dem Leben wie ein Kind vor den Terrarien im Zoo, an denen kleine Messingschilder mit lateinischen Namen auf Tiere hinwiesen, die man, Augen und Nase dicht am Glas, niemals zu sehen bekam. [...] Die Mutter schaute und wartete, fest überzeugt, dass sich früher oder später etwas regen würde. Ada hingegen hatte sich beim Anblick der verlassenen Behälter sofort abgewandt, die Achseln gezuckt und wusste seitdem nur zu berichten, dass Leere regiere.

Una buona memoria non smette mai di verbalizzare l'ingiustizia. Annulla le possibilità di stupirsi e insegna a tacere.

So much of what is broadly called wellness now involves an expensive kind of burrowing into our selves, wobbling on the plank between self-care and self-obsession. Many get lost in the labyrinth of internal observation, an endless cycle of maintenance of muscle, mood and self-medication.

In the same way that a word repeated over and over begins to sound bizarre, so an object scrutinized with such attention will start to shed its everyday invisibility. So pepper grinders become armless women who scream when their heads are twisted and rain bitterness, a cheese-grater becomes a steel wall of tears, or a light bulb the lost eye of a Cyclops. The

ethnographic

Art is born in attention.

That's Kansas. Or Missouri. One of those corn states.

A veces el mal está en los ojos del que mira y no en lo que ve.