#observation

It is a common observation, that the more solicitous any people are about dress, the more effeminate they are. ↗

— Karl Philipp Moritz

#any #common #dress #effeminate #more

The attention of a traveller, should be particularly turned, in the first place, to the various works of Nature, to mark the distinctions of the climates he may explore, and to offer such useful observations on the different productions as may occur. ↗

— William Bartram

#attention #climates #different #distinctions #explore

The Dark Ages are alive and secretly thriving like a herpes infection among us. ↗

— Juliette Fay

#observations-on-life #unexpected-humor #unexpected-life #wry #age

Beauty, like truth, is relative to the time when one lives and to the individual who can grasp it. ↗

— Gustave Courbet

#observation #beauty

The most common error made in matters of appearance is the belief that one should disdain the superficial and let the true beauty of one’s soul shine through. If there are places on your body where this is a possibility, you are not attractive – you are leaking. ↗

— Fran Lebowitz

#observational-comedy #beauty

But what could I do? Be stupid for a while? I wasn't sure I knew how, even after so many years of careful observation. ↗

— Jeff Lindsay

#stupid #dreams

From long experience in places like Afghanisatan and Chechnya, Sokolov recognised, in the black jihadist’s movements, a sort of cultural or attitudinal advantage that such people always enjoyed in situations like this: they were complete fatalists who believed that God was on their side. Russians, on the other hand, were fatalists of a somewhat different kind, believing, or at least strongly suspecting, that they were fucked no matter what, and that they had better just make the best of it anyway, but not seeing in this the hand of God at work or the hope of some future glory in a martyr’s heavens. ↗

— Neal Stephenson

#experience

WEATHERS This is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes, And nestlings fly; And the little brown nightingale bills his best, And they sit outside at 'The Traveller's Rest,' And maids come forth sprig-muslin drest, And citizens dream of the south and west, And so do I. This is the weather the shepherd shuns, And so do I; When beeches drip in browns and duns, And thresh and ply; And hill-hid tides throb, throe on throe, And meadow rivulets overflow, And drops on gate bars hang in a row, And rooks in families homeward go, And so do I. ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#observation #weather #dreams

Food always sounds optimistic when you have it and pessimistic when you don’t. ↗

— Boris Zubry

#food

Funny how nobody talks on the tubes, isn't it? I rarely catch the tube myself, or lifts. Confined spaces, everybody shuts down. Why is that? Perhaps we think everybody on the tube is a potential psychopath or a drunk,so we close down and pretend to read a book or something. ↗

— John Hannah

#observation #people #public #sliding-doors #society