#observational

Maybe the secret to continued success is as simple as knowing that your past successes could be done so much better now. ↗

— Bill Loguidice

#inspirational #motivational #observational #wisdome #experience

When a kid says "smell my hand," it almost never smells like cinnamon. ↗

— Brian P. Cleary

#kids #observational-comedy #humor

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

No observational problem will not be solved by more data. ↗

— Vera Rubin

#more #observational #problem #solved #will

A European says: I can't understand this, what's wrong with me? An American says: I can't understand this, what's wrong with him? I make no suggestion that one side or other is right, but observation over many years leads me to believe it is true. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#observational #perception #perception

I think men get nervous when women start counting the number of female senators, and whites become edgy when they hear the next Supreme Court seat will probably go to a Latino. This isn't always because they object to sharing the spoils, by the way; it just reminds us that the melting pot may not be working, and we haven't yet achieved the ambiguous national dream of becoming a nation of indistinguishable beige atheists. ↗

— Dahlia Lithwick

#dreams

As music becomes less of a thing--a cylinder, a cassette, a disc--and more ephemeral, perhaps we will begin to assign an increasing value to live performances again. ↗

— David Byrne

#social-commentary #music

She didn't use the misery of others to cultivate her own smugness, true, but at least I didn't go about eating all their food. ↗

— Martin Amis

#observational #food

I am a camera with its shutter open, quite passive, recording, not thinking. Recording the man shaving at the window opposite and the woman in the kimono washing her hair. Some day, all this will have to be developed, carefully printed, fixed. ↗

— Christopher Isherwood

#development

By noon, in a gray February world, we had come down through snow flurries to land at Albany, and had taken off again. When the snow ended the sky was a luminous gray. I looked down at the winter calligraphy of upstate New York, white fields marked off by the black woodlots, an etching without color, superbly restful in contrast to the smoky, guttering, grinding stink of the airplane clattering across the sky like an old commuter bus. ↗

— John D. MacDonald

#observational #nature