Quotes About Observation

He'd never been an optimist. He saw the world as it was, or he tried to. That was a problem, though, when the truth he saw was so terrible.

Though most expect young men to be fools, I've noticed that just a little bit of age can make a man far more foolish than he was as a child.

Beauty was out there, all around. To create art was not to capture it, but to participate in it.

But even a ninety-year-old blind priest would stop and stare at this woman. If he weren't blind, that is. Dumb metaphor, I thought. I'll have to work on that one. I have trouble with metaphors.

anyone know where Kell is?" "Sleeping," Vin said. "He came in late last night, and hasn't gotten up yet." Ham grunted, taking a bite of baywrap. "Dox?" "In his room on the third floor," Vin said. "He got up early, came down to get something to eat, and went back upstairs." ... Ham raised an eyebrow. "You always keep track of where everyone is like that?" "Yes.

Don't forget the ash because you see a little silk.

You can't always write what you know—not exactly what you know. You can, however, write what you see.

We may feel in control, but we never truly are unless we understand people. Controlling our environment is no longer about blocking the wind, it's about knowing why the serving lady was crying last night, or why a particular guard always loses at cards.

Breeze chuckled. "I don't know if you noticed the earthquake a few minutes ago, my dear man, but the world appears to be ending. That is an indisputably depressing event.

I sense a very large but. " "Funny, because right in front of me, I see a—" "Watch it.

I'm Teoish," Sarene said, successfully spearing something that looked like a marinated piece of shrimp. "We're all this tall." "Father's Teoish too, Kaise," Daorn said. "And you know how tall he is." "But father's fat," Kaise pointed out. "Why aren't you fat too, Sarene?

Men often described the girl as having hair the color of wheat. Others called it the color of caramel, or occasionally the color of honey. The girl wondered why men so often used food to describe women's features. There was a hunger to such men that was best avoided.

Saints ans Stars... I´d built my entire gut response to this person on the fact that they couldn´t smile right

As accurate as a blind man pissing during an earthquake." "Wow...," I breathed. She frowned at me. "That was a great metaphor," I said. "Oh please." "I need to write that down," I said, ignoring her complaints, fishing for my new mobile to type it out.

We may feel in control, but we never truly are unless we understand people. Controlling our environment is no longer about blocking the wind, it's about knowing why the serving lady was crying last night, or why a particular guard always loses at cards. Or why your employer hired you in the first place.

As was often the case, the most outspoken man was the least discerning.

Look who's full of himself," MeLaan said from her chair. "He's always full of himself," Wayne said, cracking a walnut. "Mostly on account of him eatin' his own fingernails. I seen him do it.

It's nice to see that cannibalism has been so logically ruled out as an option," Raoden said dryly.

It is not at all polite to point out a crusty old pessimist's dark inner secret.

I suggested she write down her thoughts" He said, "...and, well, my daughter is a very thorough woman." "I can see that." Waxillium said. "I suggest that you never ask her to pass the milk" Wayne added under his breath, so only Waxillium could hear "She seems likely to throw a cow at you just to be certain the job is done thoroughly.

Each time she appears, she narrows that down for us. Since she can only make projections five miles away from wherever her base is, each time she does appear, we learn more about where she might be." I nodded slowly. "Like a catapult that shoots enormous grapes.

I was pretty sure she was just mimicking me. And to be honest, I didn't know if "she" was a she—weren't slugs, like, both or something?

Maybe you saw me there when you glanced at the rest of the room, to see what people look like when they actually have to work to get things." He drew his lips to a line. It seemed I'd touched a nerve. Excellent. First blood.

Time to think like a guard. It was hard, as he didn't have a guard's hat.