Quotes About Observation

I saw that my witticism was unperceived and quietly replaced it in the treasury of my mind.

A wise old owl once lived in a wood, the more he heard the less he said, the less he said the more he heard, let's emulate that wise old bird.

She looked at nice young men as if she could smell their stupidity.

The writer should never be ashamed of staring. There is nothing that does not require his attention.

The bell rings, we get up. The bell rings again, we go to bed. We retire to our rooms; we saw life pass by beneath our windows, observed it in books and on our walks, watched the seasons change. It was always a reflection, a reflection that seemed to freeze on our windowsills... We imagined the world. What else can we imagine now if not our own deaths? The bell rings and it's all over.

Women have no sympathy and my experience of women is almost as large as Europe.

No matter how old a mother is, she watches her middle-aged children for signs of improvement.

The instances of honesty that one comes across in this world are just as amazing as the instances of dishonesty. After forty-five years of mixing with one's kind, one ought to have acquired the habit of being able to know something about one's fellow beings. But one doesn't

A cross-eyed teacher can keep twice the number of children in order than any other, because the pupils do not know who she's looking at.

Nhà v?n không ph?i là m?t ngh? mà là m?t cu?c ki?m tìm. C?n ph?i có kh? n?ng nhìn nh?ng th? bình th??ng v?i v? s?ng s?t, và nhìn nh?ng th? ?iên r? mà v?n gi? ???c bình t?nh.

It is children who are the true realists: they never proceed from generalities. The adult recognizes the general form in a particular example, a representative of the species, dismisses everything else and states: that's lilac, there's an ash tree, an apple tree. The child perceives individuals, personalities. He sees the unique form, and doesn't mask it with a common name or function.

No les acontece a muchos hombres hallar en la realidad, al alcance de su vista, ese mundo que la mayoría no descubre más que en sí mismos, cuando tienen el valor y la paciencia de acordarse.

Si vous faîtes attention aux signes, quand donc ferez vous attention à ce qu'ils signifient? If you pay attention to the signs, but when will you pay attention to what they signify?

gatherings I would sit quietly in a corner, saying nothing. I looked and observed a good deal. I've always been that way and still am. I was anything but expansive. I was a loner—can't remember ever

To clarify Rear Window, I'd suggest this parable: The courtyard is the world, the reporter/photographer is the filmmaker, the binoculars stand for the camera and its lenses. And Hitchcock? He is the man we love to be hated by.

Children are excellent observers, and will often perceive your slightest defects. In general, those who govern children, forgive nothing in them, but everything in themselves.

Regarde les lions: ils chassent quand ils ont faim, bon, mais le reste du temps ils dorment, ils bâillent, ils regardent les couchers de soleil et les cameramen du National Geographic, et ils n'ont pas l'air de s'ennuyer.

There's no point in looking before crossing the road if you don't look in the right direction.

Realism provides only amoral observation, while Absurdism rejects even the possibility of debate.

Quiet people often have a weather sense that loud people lack. They feel the wind-changes of conversations, and shiver in the chill of unspoken resentments.

It is dangerous to lock oneself away and lose track of what is happening outside.

Through the bars he had laid eyes on a face like glass, somebody who could not lie without it being obvious. And he had seen a way of using that very fact to tell the greatest of lies.

Again Mosca felt she was up in the rafters, watching the mice. Little mouse, witless with fear. Running the wrong way. And here she was, just watching. Becoming a part of it by doing nothing.

Mosca had come armed with a rich pack of lies, ready to pick whichever seemed to suit Goshawk's mood best. Under the wintry draught of his gaze, however, she felt most of them wither away in her hands.