Quotes About Observation

People who would be that close to her, she thought, a matter of a few arms' lengths, looking, looking, and they would never know her.

I see the way he looks at you when you're not aware of his gaze. I see the way you care for him. And so when you think he wants you gone, it is not that. He is simply afraid to lose you.

Galileo was one of the first scientists to use the scientific method. Instead of accepting old ideas, he carefully observed the world around him, and then tried to make a theory that would explain his observations.

Birds are not difficult to understand. Their behaviour tells me what they are thinking. Generally it runs along the lines of: Is this food? Is this? What about this? This might be food. I am almost certain that this is. Or occasionally: It is raining. I do not like it.

I stared at her, trying to decide if her smile could be called ghastly (I thought it could), or if she really was amused by her story.

I decided that if he noticed my notebooks, I'd say that I was writing in my diary. A safe girl-thing to be doing.

How do you know I'm a writer?" I asked. "I can tell," he said. "You're making shit up in your head all the time.

It was as if he were daring me to look at him . . . and tell him what I saw.

He was looking at me in a way that he never had before. Impatient. A little bored. As if I were not so smart after all.

The reaction on the part of the apes, limited as it was to about one subject in every three or four, has just that character of being common, yet individual, that belongs to aesthetic experiences. Some are sensitive to the sight, and the rest are not; to some of them it seems to convey something -- to others it is just a thing, a toadstool or what you will.

I wanted to be Emma Goldman. I wanted to digest Doris Lessing's Golden Notebooks like biscuits. I felt like Harriet the Spy, looking for a dumbwaiter to hide in, scribbling down all I witnessed.

I thought of the analyst Winnicott's observation: 'It is a joy to be hidden but disaster not to be found'.

All babies look like Alfred Hitchcock. Or Winston Churchill.

She was looking at the cab, looking right through me, and I knew that she was curious because she'd seen A.J. talking to me. Which, to her, looked an awful lot like A.J. was talking to himself. "Say, I gotta run, mom, I'll call you later, " I instructed the kid, and then pretend to hang up your phone.

Colleen glanced up from her conversation with the station-wagon mom and caught him looking at her butt. Help.

He could see it in all their faces, too. Especially

I have kept track of the boy with the bread.

Knowing it and seeing it are two different things.

It's weird, how much he's noticed me... And apparently, I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either.

That what?" "That I knew i misjudged you. That you love him. I'm not saying In what way. Maybe you don't know yourself. But anyone paying attention could see how much you care about him," he says gently.

Thinking like your prey. . . that's where you find their vulnerabilities.

I remember everything about you, you're the one who wasn't paying attention.

The walls of this elevator are made of crystal so that you can watch the people on the ground floor shrink to ants as you shoot up into the air. It's exhilarating and I'm tempted to ask Effie Trinket if we can ride it again, but somehow that seems childish.

I remember the first time I saw you. Your hair was in two braids instead of one. I remember when you sang in the music assembly and the teacher said "who knows the valley song?" and your hand shot straight up. After that, I watched you going home everyday. Everyday