Quotes About Attention

John lowered the book he'd been reading. Im sorry. Were you speaking to me? I know you were listening, I said in disgust, taking the book from him and tossing it over the side of the bed. You couldn't possibly have been reading that. You were holding it upside down.

Everyone knows you only want to look at the sinkhole because you love a good disaster. Get back to work, Fuller. I don't pay you for your looks.

If your head is constantly stuck in a book, you're going to miss a lot.

I am going to start with the sock drawer because that is clearly the most important. You can't really concentrate on anything if your socks aren't right.

Could there be three other words in the English language more effective at striking terror deep within the heart than Got a minute?

Men enjoy the hunt, you see, and once their quarry has been taken, they tend to lose all interest.

I noticed that once you realize someone's watching you it's pretty hard not to find yourself watching them back.

We are taught to treat a practice sword with all the respect of a real weapon, so no thoughtless mistakes are made Oh... In Eddis, we learn to keep tack of the weapon we have in our hand.

Thanks to His Majesty, the magus said, and my father seemed startled at the correction but not displeased. He looked thoroughly satisfied and very much like Ina when she has all her embroidery threads arranged to her satisfaction. He looked so pleased that I checked over my shoulder to see if there might be someone else behind me who had drawn his attention.

In the evening, after we dance, he rarely returns to the throne; he dances with others or he moves from place to place through the room. The court thinks he is trying to be gracious, sharing his attention. Only I see that he moves always toward the empty spot and the court moves always after him. He is like a dog trying to escape its own tail. He indulged himself in one brief moment of privacy and almost died of it. Relius, he hates being king.

I felt sure that everyone was looking at me and then realized that no one was, and I experienced the distinct shame of each.

Pretty clothes are like the colors of a flower's petals. They tell the bee where to land. After that, it's what's inside that holds his interest," said Peggy, still quoting their mother.

We don't need to eliminate all our reactions to people and problems. Reactions can be useful. They help us identify what we like and what feels good. They help us identify problems in and around us. But most of us react too much. And much of what we react to is nonsense. It isn't all that important, and it doesn't merit the time and attention we're giving it. Some of what we react to is other people's reactions to us.

2. Nurture and cherish that frightened, vulnerable, needy child inside us. The child may never completely disappear, no matter how self-sufficient we become. Stress may cause the child to cry out. Unprovoked, the child may come out and demand attention when we least expect it.

It made me wonder, if everyone is so connected to their phones-talking and texting and whatever else it is they do all day long-how do they ever have time to notice the beauty of God's creation all around them? How do they have time to connect to God?

She led him into the family room and introduced him to Alice and Jeremy. Sensing Tommy's eyes on her and

Life is attention to both the large and the small, little brother. Pay heed to the sun, but watch your feet, or you'll fall ingloriously on your nose.

Food, Ninette said into the silence, is a kind of art. Like all arts, it can be simple. or it can be complex, but one always knows when the artist who created it is great. And great art deserves respect and attention. She smiled. It goes without saying that our hostess is an artist in her own kitchen. Everything she makes is a as perfect as it can be.

so He allows circumstances and incidents which will bring our wrong attitudes to our attention.

I learned to cope with my needs for attention by creating my own private personal rituals to make myself feel special.

Are you lishening, my pretty vermin, are you lishening?

Every blade of the grass was of consequence, and the few scattered stones held an authority that made their solid, separate marks upon the brain - each one with its own unduplicated shape: each rising brightly from the ink of its own spilling.

Yesterday I was thinking about the whole idea of genius and creative people, and the notion that if you create some magical art, somehow that exempts you from having to pay attention to the small things.

Naming oppressive realities, in and of itself, has not brought about the kinds of changes for oppressed groups that it can for more privileged groups, who command a different quality of attention.