Quotes About Attention

Not everybody has time to pay attention fully, or not everybody has the time to read a book. Some people refuse to read books, and I'm just an unread book. Open me!

If you're cooking for someone important - whether it's your boss or a date - never try a new recipe and a new ingredient at the same time.

Next time I tell you someone from Texas should not be president of the United States, please pay attention.

Everything matters. Time is precious.

I keep my eyes wide open all the time.

A lot of the time I tend to overlook the music because I'm listening to how it's produced.

That Seaman is a handsome young man but he spends too much time looking in his mirror rather than at the ball. You can't keep goal with hair like that.

Thirty seconds is the exact amount of time Americans can tolerate something they don't understand.

At any moment in time, our reality is based on whatever we focus on.

People really do not have time to read all the newspapers in the world and all the sites that we now commonly use on the web. There is no possibility of keeping up.

Crazy gets better; consciences don't grow back, and narcissists and histrionics never learn to give up center stage or their beloved mirrors.

Sometimes I live so much in my mind that I forget what is right before my eyes.

she had violated one of the basic tenets of any competent cook: she had purchased a turkey without comparing its size to the size of her oven.

Seek respect, not attention. It lasts longer.

It was his very carelessness that she had initially found so attractive, as though to snag his attention for even a moment was a sign

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She, however, attentively watched my looks, and her artist's pride was gratified, no doubt, to read my heartfelt admiration in my eyes.

Sullen silence was taken for rapt attention, and gave him greater room to talk; sharp answers were received as smart sallies of girlish vivacity, that only required an indulgent rebuke; and flat contradictions were but as oil to the flames, calling forth new strains of argument to support his dogmas, and bringing down upon me endless floods of reasoning to overwhelm me with conviction.

And disengaging a couple of chairs from the artistical lumber that usurped them, she bid us be seated, and resumed her place beside the easel—not facing it exactly, but now and then glancing at the picture upon it while she conversed, and giving it an occasional touch with her brush, as if she found it impossible to wean her attention entirely from her occupation to fix it upon her guests.

Why was everyone so interested in her now? When it was too late to change anything? What was the point?

When the Irish novelist John McGahern was a child, his sisters unlaced and removed one of his shoes while he was reading. He did not stir. They placed a straw hat on his head. No response. Only when they took away the wooden chair on which he was sitting did he, as he puts it, 'wake out of the book'.

My life seems too fast now, so obstructions bother me less than they once did. I am no longer in a hurry to see what is around the next bend. I find myself wanting to backferry, to hover midstream, suspended. If I could do that, I might avoid many things: harsh words, foolish decisions, moments of inattention, regrets that wash over me, like water. (196)

That's how every act of carelessness begins and ends. No one will notice, no one will hear, no one will pay the least bit of attention. Easy to say, but is it true?

First, there's the rose— the queen of the flowers; she's so beautiful and her fragrance is so intoxicating that it goes to everyone's head, most of all her own. The rose is beautiful, sweet-smelling and elegant, but if things aren't going her way, she shows her thorns. She's like a spoiled child—beautiful, elegant and seemingly nice as can be, but if you touch her or talk to someone else so that she's no longer the center of attention, out come her claws.