Quotes About Attention

Mark you that and noat you wel.

Wel realy there aint no stilness any where is there. Not 1ce you begin to take noatis.

I would rather be confused for 10 minutes than bored for 5 seconds.

hung around in the air like a wife waiting for you to notice she was sulking.

Things are needy. They take up space. They want attention, and they will drive you mad if you let them.

It made me sad when I caught myself pretending that everybody out there in cyberspace cared about what I thought, when really nobody gives

There used to be a middle way, too, when her attention was focused but vast, and time felt like a limpid pool, ringed by sunlit ferns. An underground spring fed the pool from deep below, creating a gentle current of words that bubbled up, while on the surface, breezes shimmered and played.

At one extreme...the hours seemed to aggregate and sell like a wave, swallowing huge chunks of her day. At the other extreme when her attention was disengaged and fractured she experienced time at its most granular wherein moments hung around like particles diffused and suspended and standing in water. There used to be a middle way, too, when her attention was focussed but vast and time felt like a limpid pool ringed by sunlit ferns.

Once in a while a story is spectacular enough to break through and attract media attention, but the swell quickly subsides into the general glut of bad news over which we, as citizens, have so little control.

Does the half-life of information correlate with the decay of our attention?

Time interacts with attention in funny ways. At one extreme, when Ruth was gripped by the compulsive mania and hyperfocus of an Internet search, the hours seemed to aggregate and swell like a wave, swallowing huge chunks of her day. At the other extreme, when her attention was disengaged and fractured, she experienced time at its most granular, wherein moments hung around like particles, diffused and suspended in standing water.

Time interacts with attention in funny ways.

It made me sad when I caught myself pretending that everybody out there in cyberspace cared about what I thought, when really nobody gives a shit.30 And when I multiplied that sad feeling by all the millions of people in their lonely little rooms, furiously writing and posting to their lonely little pages that nobody has time to read because they're all so busy writing and posting,31 it kind of broke my heart.

The abbot thought jazz-playing monks might garner media attention and attract more young people to the temple. They called the band Thelonious.

it took me a while to learn how to tune my ears so I could hear the Unmade things over all the noise that the Made things were making.

Children, I came to understand, need you around, even if they ignore you. In fact they need you around so they can ignore you.

And I still believe, to the core of my being, that when you pay attention, cooking becomes a kind of meditation.

Because all the talk about "quality time" is utter nonsense; children don't need quality time. They need your time. Lots of it. And they let you know it.

Allmählich wurde mir klar, warum Frank auf so eine dreiste Weise morden konnte, ohne verhaftet zu werden. Weil in unserem Land niemand Notiz von Fremden nimmt. Ob das in Amerika auch so war?

pequeños países del Tercer Mundo tienen la posibilidad de despertar un vivo interés sólo cuando se deciden a derramar sangre. Es una triste verdad, pero así es.

Nunca me verás a mí mirar ni a derecha ni a izquierda por causa de un augurio.

Of all ridiculous things the most ridiculous seems to me, to be busy — to be a man who is brisk about his food and his work. Therefore, whenever I see a fly settling, in the decisive moment, on the nose of such a person of affairs; or if he is spattered with mud from a carriage which drives past him in still greater haste; or the drawbridge opens up before him; or a tile falls down and knocks him dead, then I laugh heartily.

It is modest of the nightingale not to require anyone to listen to it; but it is also proud of the nightingale not to care whether any one listens to it or not.

if poetry were to pay attention to the religious and to the inwardness of personalities, it would find themes of far greater importance than those with which it now busies itself