Quotes About Attention

Television, I love it, everything that happened before television lumped together, never caused folks to turn on a street to stare at me, or waitresses to ask for autographs.

In print, people can do anything to you. Everything you do is picked apart. People love it; they're waiting for you to make a mistake.

but she wanted ALL Oxford to see her—see her NOW.

Moo," warned the cow, reminding me of the need for… "I know

But it is in storms that God does his finest work, for it is in storms that God has our keenest attention

Do this for someone. Ask someone to tell you his—or her—story. Resist the urge to interrupt or correct. Turn off the television. Log off from the internet. Close your laptop; silence your cell phone. Give the rarest of gifts: your full attention.

Those who missed His Majesty's arrival that night missed it not because of evil acts or malice; no, they missed it because they simply weren't looking. Little has changed in the last two thousand years, has it?

And because we look for the bonfire, we miss the candle. Because we listen for the shout, we miss the whisper. But it is in burnished candles that God comes, and through whispered promises he speaks: "When you doubt, look around; I am closer than you think.

The day was a great eye, and it was not paying much attention to me now.

When I am alone the flowers are really seen; I can pay attention to them. They are felt as presences. Without them I would die. Why do I say that? Partly because they change before my eyes. They live and die in a few days; they keep me closely in touch with process, with growth, and also with dying. I am floated on their moments.

Turning off or tuning out people was my highly developed art. The custom of letting obedient children be seen but not heard was so agreeable to me that I went one step further: Obedient children should not see or hear if they chose not to do so. I laid a handful of attention on my face and tuned up the sounds in the church.

When I walk in, they may like me or dislike me, but everybody knows I'm here

He watched her every move and when she left the room, his eyes allowed her reluctantly to go.

Misery is a faithful company keeper, and Comfort was dissolving under its attention.

Slow down, my lady. You're going to injure yourself!" "Not myself," she muttered. "Your laird, more likely.

Do you know how impossible it is to ignore that woman? I'd have to be blind, deaf, and dumb not to notice.

You never once looked away from your food. It was as if you were afraid it was going to get up and walk off your plate.

He hated being the object of scrutiny.

There is a difference between listening and hearing, just as there is a difference between seeing and knowing.

You know your Lamborghini is on fire, right?

How is it that I'd nearly been smothered to death, and yet I could sit there and notice things like my stepbrother's abdominal muscles a few minutes later?

So take my advice: whatever you do? Don't blink

Honey, some boys stopped by to see you. They had wood.

What the hell were you thinking? Sleepy demanded. Did Pamela Anderson die and leave an opening on the Baywatch rescue squad or something?