Quotes About Attention

Never, in any case, is any effort of true attention lost. It is always completely effective on the spiritual plane, and therefore also, in addition, on the inferior plane of the intelligence, for all spiritual light enlightens the intelligence.

Those who are unhappy have no need for anything in this world but people capable of giving them their attention.

There is only waiting, attention, silence, immobility, constant through suffering and joy... We cannot take a single step towards heaven. It is not in our power to travel in a vertical direction. If however we look heavenwards for a long time, God comes and takes us up. He raises us easily. As Aeschylus says: There is no effort in what is divine. There is an easiness in salvation which is more difficult for us than all of our efforts.

The highest ecstasy is the attention at its fullest.

C'est en désirant la vérité à vide et sans tenter d'en deviner d'avance le contenu qu'on reçoit la lumière. C'est là tout le mécanisme de l'attention.

Creative attention means really giving our attention to what does not exist. Humanity does not exist in the anonymous flesh lying inert by the roadside. The Samaritan who stops and looks gives his attention all the same to this absent humanity, and the actions which follow prove that it is a question of real attention.

Kat had her arms folded and her hair was tied in what girls call a topknot. Her skinny, bony face jutted out. With her tilted chin and dark eyebrows she seemed sharper, somehow, as if she was more in focus than other people round her, or more real. You couldn't help noticing her, whether you were looking for her or not. Maybe that's what being pretty meant, I thought.

By George! cried the inspector. How did you ever see that? Because I looked for it.

It is decreed by a merciful Nature that the human brain cannot think of two things simultaneously . . .

I can never bring you to realise the importance of sleeves, the suggestiveness of thumb-nails, or the great issues that may hang from a boot-lace.

El mundo está lleno de cosas obvias, que nadie por casualidad alguna vez observa.

Have you tried to drive a harpoon through a body? No? Tut, tut, my dear sir, you must really pay attention to these details. My friend Watson could tell you that I spent a whole morning in that exercise. It is no easy matter, and requires a strong and practiced arm.

Cu cât un fapt este mai forÈ›at È™i mai grotesc, cu atât el merit? mai mult s? fie examinat cu toat? atenÈ›ia, È™i tocmai lucrul care pare s? complice problema, dac? este cercetat aÈ™a cum se cuvine È™i cânt?rit în mod È™tiinÈ›ific, poate fi cel mai în m?sur? s? o dezlege.

It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important. - Sherlock Holmes in A Case of Identity - 1891

The single most important thing in the universe is the mind. Cherish the treasure. Don't lose by inattention to all around you, and more. Use it constantly and watch it expand endlessly. You will be surprised!

Inaccurate similes and metaphors have the effect of deflecting the reader's attention from the story to the words on the page. Yet when carried off, especially when a simile is original and a metaphor sings, there is no greater glory in the practice of words.

Go to community [for emotional support], but I'm talking about reassuring, sensitive others; not just anybody hanging around. Pay attention to who you're talking to. Are they catastrophizers? Are they unconscious? Neither one of those are going to help you. Be aware and mindful of where you seek your support.

The more you engage with the outside world, the more you'll be able to turn down the volume on those worries. You'll see that they're unfounded. You'll see that the world is a very busy and varied place and most people have the attention span of a gnat. They've already forgotten what happened. They don't think about it. There will have been five more sensations since your incident.

don't look back once, the entire time I'm talking to her. But I can feel his eyes on me all the time. Like sunshine.

So I'm biding my time, like a surfer waiting for a wave. I'm pretty good at surfing, as it happens, and I know the wave will come. When the moment is right, I'll get Demeter's attention. She'll look at my stuff, everything will click, and I'll start riding my life. Not paddling, paddling, paddling, like I am right now.

But I've had a lot of time to think about this, and if you ask me, most people underestimate eyes. For a start they're powerful. They have range. You focus on someone thirty metres away, through a whole bunch of people, and they know you're looking at them. What other bit of human anatomy can do that?

We're sinking into each other's gazes. We're like starving people gorging on cream cakes. But he's challenged me, and I'm not going to wuss out, no way. So I wrench myself away and go to pester a strange blond woman about the circus. I don't look back once, the entire time I'm talking to her. But I can feel his eyes on me all the time. Like sunshine.

He flashes me a brief smile and I notice that his teeth are very white and even. Well.

The more you engage with the outside world, the more you'll be able to turn down the volume on those worries. You'll see that they're unfounded. You'll see that the world is a very busy and varied place and most people have the attention span of a gnat.