Quotes About Observation

One can only see what one observes, and one observes only things which are already in the mind. —ALPHONSE BERTILLON

Graham loved the way she turned her head, artlessly giving him her less perfect profile. He could see the pulse in her throat, and remembered suddenly and completely the taste of salt on her skin.

Es curioso advertir con qué eficacia operan las cosas cuando uno las reconoce. Es curioso observar hasta qué punto es incómodo el regalo del mando.

in the absolute dark she could hear the tiny clicks her eyes made when she blinked.

could detect no change in the boy's expression.

the boy hunkered, examining something in the sand. The woman stood watching, hand on her hip, spent waves creaming around her ankles. She leaned inland to swing her wet hair off her shoulders.

time who was committing the crimes. I pushed to find out, to see what came before and what came after. I went through the home, the crime scene, in the dark with Will and could see no more and no less than he could see. Sometimes at night I would leave the lights on in my little house and walk across the flat fields. When I looked back from a distance, the house

Al examinar nuevamente la cara, pensó que había aprendido algo que le serviría toda la vida. Contemplar deliberadamente esa cara, cuya lengua cambiaba de color en el punto en que rozaba el vidrio, no era tan horrendo como soñar con Miggs engulléndose la suya. Pensó que se sentía capaz de mirar cualquier cosa, siempre y cuando tuviese algo positivo que hacer respecto de lo que miraba. Starling era joven.

These are probably dogs

To a person uninstructed in natural history, his country or sea-side stroll is a walk through a gallery filled with wonderful works of art, nine-tenths of which have their faces turned to the wall.

I often observe the absurdity of dreams, but never dream of the absurdity of my waking thoughts.

Concerning the first, there is a saying much usurped of late, That Wisedome is acquired, not by reading of Books, but of Men.

There is not a sprig of grass that shoots uninteresting to me.

The object of walking is to relax the mind. You should therefore not permit yourself even to think while you walk. But divert your attention by the objects surrounding you.

That was travel, she supposed. A dance across surfaces to see the face of everything and learn the meaning of very little.

Seltsam ist es. Beherrscht dich ein Gedanke, so findest du ihn überall ausgedrückt, du r i e c h s t ihn sogar im Winde.

There will always be men who are justified in this interest in themselves, this detailed observation of their own emotions; poets who can express with clarity and beauty their privileged inner life, and thereby enrich the emotional world of other people.

Hans Castorp olhava em torno de si... Via coisas inquietantes, perniciosas, e sabia o que via diante de si: era a vida sem tempo, a vida sem cuidados nem esperanças, a vida como abjeção que se move à medida que estagna, a vida morta

A lonely, quiet person has observations and experiences that are at once both more indistinct and more penetrating than those of one more gregarious; his thoughts are weightier, stranger, and never without a tinge of sadness. Images and perceptions that others might shrug off with a glance, a laugh, or a brief conversation occupy him unduly, become profound in his silence, become significant, become experience, adventure, emotion.

Nada hay más extraño ni más delicado que la relación de las personas que sólo se conocen de vista, que se encuentran y se observan cada día, a todas horas, y, no obstante, se ven obligadas, ya sea por convencionalismo social o por capricho propio, a fingir una indiferente extrañeza y a no intercambiar saludo ni palabra alguna.

Un sitio libre, en un rincón cercano a la puerta, atrajo felizmente su mirada. Se colocó con discreción y procuró hacer ver que se hallaba sentado allí desde el principio.

One bird sits still Watching the work of God:

The pale flowers of the dogwood outside this window are saints. The little yellow flowers that nobody notices on the edge of that road are saints looking up into the face of God.

The moon looks upon many night- flowers, the night flower sees but one moon.