#bse

Look around you...Feel the wind, smell the air. Listen to the birds and watch the sky. Tell me what's happening in the wide world. ↗

— Nancy Farmer

#observation #nature

Shall we see the world as we sit, look around relax, look, look, look, disengage our intellects, perceive nature our common sense. ↗

— R.J.Askew

#nature

Don't observe yourself too closely. Don't be too quick to draw conclusions from what happens to you; simply let it happen. Otherwise it will be too easy for you to look with blame (that is: morally) at your past, which naturally has a share in everything that now meets you. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#let-it-be #observe #past #nature

Most people who fall obsessively in love claim that it happens precipitously, unexpectedly [...] But I believe there's almost always a prerequisite. Falling in love in this way will usually occur at a time of transition. We may not be conscious of it, but something has ended and something new must begin. Romantic obsession is like a cataclysm breaking up the empty landscape. Like a strange exotic plant, it grows in arid soil. (pp. 27-28) ↗

— Rosemary Sullivan

#obsession #love

I believe in evidence. I believe in observation, measurement, and reasoning, confirmed by independent observers. I'll believe anything, no matter how wild and ridiculous, if there is evidence for it. The wilder and more ridiculous something is, however, the firmer and more solid the evidence will have to be. ↗

— Isaac Asimov

#science #science

All good research-whether for science or for a book-is a form of obsession. ↗

— Mary Roach

#science

Science is simply common sense at its best, that is, rigidly accurate in observation, and merciless to fallacy in logic. ↗

— Thomas Huxley

#accurate #best #common #common sense #fallacy

Book collecting is an obsession, an occupation, a disease, an addiction, a fascination, an absurdity, a fate. It is not a hobby. Those who do it must do it. Those who do not do it, think of it as a cousin of stamp collecting, a sister of the trophy cabinet, bastard of a sound bank account and a weak mind. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#obsession #think

All that existed was Jace; all she felt, hoped, breathed, wanted, and saw was Jace. Nothing else mattered. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#obsession #hope

Extinguish my eyes, I'll go on seeing you. Seal my ears, I'll go on hearing you. And without feet I can make my way to you, without a mouth I can swear your name. Break off my arms, I'll take hold of you with my heart as with a hand. Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat. And if you consume my brain with fire, I'll feel you burn in every drop of my blood. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#poetry #brain