Quotes About Observation

Valerie saw Cesaire's eyes resting upon Suzette's reclining form. Valerie wondered whether he really saw her there anymore. After eighteen years of marriage, Cesaire did not seem to notice her gentleness with her children or her sun-streaked hair in the summer months. Was that what marriage was, an inability to see who the person was, the way that we don't know ourselves because we stand too close?

She was looking at her life. It was the same array of property and belongings she looked at every day. Except you don't look at your life every day. You don't stand a step or two outside it and say to yourself, This is my life. You just walk through it the way she assumed a fish swims through water, never registering it as water. It's just what is.

People learned by what they experienced. It mattered little what anyone said to anyone.

Well, you're seeing what ain't there." Or what you wanted for yourself and never got. What we don't get, we see everywhere we look. What we won't let ourselves do, be, we refuse to tolerate in any other living soul. Arlene was beginning to notice this.

I'd been focusing strongly on green since my days in pasture seeing through the eyes of a horse.

corneas? Why arent you off somewhere gazing

Nobody will ever shoot me, and you know it. They will shoot my friend Luis, but they will never shoot me. And the people on the other side, they don't even see it. I see my privilege because I have lived both with it and without it. The jury did not even see. They did not even see, Raymond. What can you do with

They made you miss one breath, no matter how many times you'd seen them. He didn't speak.

After all, you can't know what's happening inside a person while they stare. You can only imagine. And imagination can be a highly fear-based phenomenon.

After a while you look at a picture and all it helps you remember is the picture. And then it gets kind of memorized and you hardly even see it.

about how when you're not looking it's a wave, and then when you are looking it's a particle. Like it's not actual matter till you look at it. And the thing about quantum superpositioning? How one thing can be in more than one place at the same time but still have the same reaction to some kind of stimulus even if the two things are miles apart, because it's not two things, it's one thing in two places?

There are only just so many times you can look at something before you no longer see it.

The core idea is that a thing is not a thing until it has an observer. And the observer seems to play a role in what kind of thing it will snap into being. But beyond that—no need to be so esoteric.

But mostly I just kept reminding myself to burn every moment into my memory. I just tried to be sure I was always there. That I didn't miss anything.

He listened to the occasional creak of Flora's squeaky board, and noticed it sounded lonely. Or maybe that was just him.

Nothing's a onetime thing," Fern said. "Not in relationships. Everything is the tip of the iceberg. Everything points to something much bigger floating down where you can't see. If you see something rear its head once, expect to see it again. It's like if you see a cockroach in your kitchen. And you don't call the exterminator 'cause you figure it's just that one, and how long can it live? Yeah, good luck with that.

What can you do with a world where people do not even see?

But that never did any good anyway. People learned by what they experienced. It mattered little what anyone said to anyone. The small

Now, either nobody knows or nobody cares. Or maybe they just don't pay attention. They are too busy looking at their cellular phones.

He's not like the other cops. What does it mean, that I thought that? That I hated him so much?" "That you're human?" "Isn't that really bad, though? I mean, what does that say about me?" I sighed. "Considering you just saw yourself doing it . . . made that observation all on your own, at age thirteen . . . I'd say that puts you quite a bit ahead of most of the adults I know.

Imagine children watching as the Levites took down the tabernacle or put it up again. There was mystery as the Levites carried the tabernacle furnishings.

Maria Montessori, a European educator of an earlier generation, designed a setting for children that was "between the classroom and the church." It was a place where children came to meet God and to know the deep realities of faith—a place, not for instruction, but for experiencing the religious life.[4] My observations suggest that few churches provide such a place for children.

I believe we have an utterly unique specimen on our hands: a child who listens.

Still, she was not sorry. If the world is divided into seeing and not seeing, Marya thought, I shall always choose to see.