Quotes About Observation

The crow calls the raven black.

A bastard had to learn to notice things, to read the truth that people hid behind their eyes.

Fat men take a cushion with them wherever they go.

Friend or foe, the crows care not.

Any cat may stare into a fire and see red mice play,

He watched them from a distance, as if he still sat in the window of his bedchamber, looking down on the yard below, seeing everything yet a part of nothing." - Bran

A man does not need to be a wizard to know truth from falsehood, not if he has eyes. You need only learn to read a face. Look at the eyes. The mouth. The muscles here, at the corners of the jaw, and here, where the neck joins the shoulders.

he counts to ten as quick as any man, I have seen him do it... though when he needs to go to twenty he does take off his boots.

A man must know how to look before he can hope to see.

The little man gave the big one a look. One of his eyes was green, one was black, and both were cool.

It is one thing to deceive a king, and quite another to hide from the cricket in the rushes and the little bird in the chimney.

seeing everything, yet a part of nothing.

Look around you, and take a good whiff. They're all liars here … and every one better than you.

A man sees. A man hears. A man knows.

Men see what they expect to see,

Neither's the one you get, less you want me to see if your apple's ripe, yet. - Yoren

one naked girl with a mud up to her knees could not seem to take her eyes off Tyrion. She has never seen a dwarf before, he realized, much less a dwarf without a nose. He made a face and stuck his tongue out and the girl began to cry

Jaime watched her eyes. Pretty eyes, he thought, and calm.

I never wanted to see half the things I've seen, and I've never seen half the things I wanted to.

Learn to use your ears more and your mouth less, or your reign will be shorter than I am.

The music from the castles was louder here. The sound of the drums and horns rolled across the camp. The musicians in the nearer castle were playing a different song than the ones in the castle on the far bank, though, so it sounded more like a battle than a song. "They're not very good," Arya observed.

As angry as he was, his father could not help but laugh. 'You're not my son,' he told Bran when they fetched him down, 'you're a squirrel. So be it. If you must climb, then climb, but try not to let your mother see you.

Sam was almost grateful for his fleshy buttocks. Fat men take a cushion with them wherever they go, he thought.

Miramos las mismas estrellas y vemos cosas tan distintas. Jon Nieve