Quotes About Observation

I can't look at everything hard enough!

It is only in appearance that time is a river. It is rather a vast landscape and it is the eye of the beholder that moves.

It was not necessary to explain that nothing escaped the eyes of Coaltown except the truth.)

You not only live it; but you watch yourself living

EMILY: "Does anyone ever realize life while they live it...every, every minute?" STAGE MANAGER: "No. Saints and poets maybe...they do some.

Look at that moon. Potato weather for sure.

there is that which experiences and that which is experienced.

Cuando te encuentres solo, observa tu mente. Cuando estés con gente, observa tu habla.

The only sensible approach is to train ourselves to observe our thoughts without following them. This deprives them of their compulsive energy and is therefore like removing the pot of boiling water from the fire. Eventually calmness and clarity will prevail.

Observe the defects of a householder's life and return soon." When the prince heard

One must always be aware, to notice—even though the cost of noticing is to become responsible.

The world was too loud for little-boy Shane. What he didn't know was that he was training himself to be a deeply empathetic writer—understanding nuanced emotion, spying humanity in unexpected places, seeing past the obvious. He was taking notes for his future self, who would write it all down.

One time, while waiting in a Kmart checkout line, five-year-old Shane had seen some guy steal a waffle iron from a woman's cart while she wasn't looking. His mind had quietly spiraled over it. What if waffles were all she had to feed her thirteen badass kids because their dad squandered her modest bank-teller salary on fantasy-football bets and scratch cards? What if her life depended on that waffle iron? He'd obsessed about it for days.

The world was too loud for little-boy Shane. What he didn't know was that he was training himself to be a deeply empathetic writer—understanding nuanced emotion, spying humanity in unexpected places, seeing past the obvious.

These partygoers hadn't been the cool kids growing up. They'd spent their adolescence buried in art books, scrawling poems into steno pads during recess, living full stories in their heads. Distracted by their artistic micro-obsessions, many forgot to learn how to engage with the world. They were too busy studying life, storing up their notes to use later in a novel, a song, a script, a painting. They were observers, not joiners.

Once you've been backstage at a theater, the theater is never the same for you. Once you've noticed the crack in the vase, the vase is never the same for. Once you've seen a friend do something appalling, the friendship is never the same. That does not mean you won't go to the theater, or keep the vase or the friend. You can choose.

Book-writing is always much easier in other people's lives.

Sometimes I would open my eyes when we were kissing, I would watch him and I could see it. I could actually see LOVE- not an emotion, not an abstract concept or a subjective state of mind, but a living, breathing thing. I'd known for a long time that LOVE had a sound, but after Adam left, I wasn't sure it had a face and body too.

I led Paul out the door, and neither of us said a word while we crossed the street. Once we made it to the other side, Paul stopped to stare at the building. He was babbling incoherently. The only words I caught were "fucking uptown" and "pancreas." He still had the doorman's pen in his hand.

People always ask if Burke and Caelum are brothers because they're both so tall, and neither Michael seems bothered by the question, but it drives me out of my mind because besides the height they look nothing alike. Burke's got blond hair and freckles. Caelum has a mass of dark pubic hair growing out of his head. Plus, how the hell could they be brothers when they have the same first name? That only works if your last one is Foreman.

Ingeniously, [Heinrich Wickmann] was able to use a pencil to mark that bit of the egg he could see inside the hen's oviduct, through its cloaca prior to laying. (I can just imagine his wife popping into his study with a cup of coffee and seeing Wickmann with his pencil up a hen's bottom: 'What are you doing, dear?' she asks...).

You become a better writer by writing. You become a better travel writer by writing about travel.

isolated instances of beauty and in no urgent need of beholders.

It is often out encounter with culture that first reveals to us our own culture.