Quotes About Observation

you see the nonsense behavior of humans, and it becomes amusing. What for everyone else is a big drama, for you becomes a comedy.

La consciencia es la habilidad para ver lo que hay, y nunca es demasiado tarde para abrir los ojos.

Far as I can see, we mostly exist as *ideas* in each other's heads. The way *you* see me. The way my *boss* sees me. The way the *waitress* at Lindy's sees me.

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Y la verdad es, chico, que no vas a hacer nada. Al menos ahora. Hacer cosas es un lujo que sólo se permiten los vivos. Los muertos... bueno, más que nada, miran.

I collect the words unheard. I pluck them from the air, rescue them from gutters, retrieve them from branches—they don't vibrate for long after the words are spoken. I often wonder if I weren't deaf whether I'd hear them. I gather them on my morning walk, along with bottles and cans from recycling bins, and again after supper at St. Joseph's soup kitchen.

Things known to start the dog barking include, but are not limited to: sunrise, sunset, darkness, rain, helicopters, radios, clouds, children's laughter, anyone entering any of the back yards adjoining the yard where my neighbor has penned his dog, garbage collectors, birds, squirrels, and air.

Kris decided to wait and see if this new Wasp was bigger than a bread box and smaller than the mythical telephone booth.

You walk like a duck, and quack like a duck, I'm gonna fill your ass full of birdshot like a duck.

All the words he used in the beginning were gutter words. He heard them and stored them in his brain. Now, as I walk in the street, I look at dogs with secret horror. WHo knows what is hidden in their heads?

Procurator obserwowa? przybysza oczami chciwymi i nieco wystraszonymi. Tak si? patrzy na kogo?, o kim wiele si? s?ysza?o, o kim wiele si? rozmy?la?o, gdy ten kto? wreszcie si? zjawia.

Shvatite, jezik može sakriti istinu, ali o?i nikad!

People walked past Margarita Nokilaevna. Some man gave the well-dressed woman a sidelong glace, attracted by her beauty and her solitude. He coughed and sat down at the end of the same bench that Margarita Nikolaevana was sitting on. Plucking up his courage, he began: 'Definitely nice weather today. . .' But Margarita gave him such a dark look that he got up and left.

Understand that the tongue can conceal the truth, but the eyes—never!

He has studied all the live strings of the human heart in the same way as one studies the veins of a dead body.

Our expectations shape our perceptions; we see what we are looking for.

The moment someone keeps an eye on what we do, we involuntarily make allowances for that eye, and nothing we do is truthful. Having a public, keeping a public in mind, means living in lies…

The day after his father left, Franz and his mother went into town together, and as they left home Franz noticed that her shoes did not match. He was in a quandary: he wanted to point out the mistake, but was afraid he would hurt her. So, during the two hours they spent walking through the city together he kept his eyes focused on her feet. It was then he had his first inkling of what it means to suffer.

People meet in the course of life, they talk together, they discuss, they quarrel, without realizing that they're talking to one another across a distance, each from an observation post standing in a different place in time.

How did the senator know that children meant happiness? Could he see into their souls? What if the moment they were out of sight, three of them jumped the fourth and began beating him up?

vivre dans la vérité, ne mentir ni à soi-même ni aux autres, ce n'est possible qu'à la condition de vivre sans public. Dès lors qu'il y a un témoin à nos actes, nous nous adaptons bon gré mal gré aux yeux qui nous observent, et plus rien de ce que nous faisons n'est vrai. Avoir un public, penser à un public, c'est vivre dans le mensonge (partie III, ch. 7)

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The moment someone keeps an eye on what we do, we involuntarily make allowances for that eye, and nothing we do is truthful.

One day, he saw her through the window of a café. She was sitting with two women, and her face, long riddled with wrinkles from her unbridled gift for grimaces, was in a state of animation.