Quotes About Attention

As I sat in my chair, her gaze followed me. I adjusted the fit of my headset and paused when I realized she was staring. She liked looking at me.

What else can I bargain with? You have everything." "Your time and attention are the two things you can leverage. I'll do anything for them.

Aponto para o quadro na parede. – Não sei se conseguirei dar-te aquilo que te inspirou. Ele nem sequer olha para o quadro, completamente centrado em mim. – Não estou à procura do que já tive. Estou demasiado preocupado com aquilo que tenho à minha frente, neste preciso momento.

I point at the painting on the wall. "I don't know if I can give you what inspired that." He doesn't even look, his gaze on me instead. "I'm not looking for what I had. I'm too busy wanting what I have in front of me right now.

No day is safe from news of you. --from The Rival, written July 1961

Good to know that if I ever need attention all I have to do is die.

I liked looking at other people in crucial situations. If there was a road accident or a street fight or a baby pickled in a laboratory jar for me to look at, I'd stop and look so hard I never forgot it.

I could tell Marco was a woman-hater, because in spite of all the models and TV starlets in the room that night he paid attention to nobody but me. Not out of kindness or even curiosity, but because I'd happened to be dealt to him, like a playing card in a pack of identical cards.

The eyes and faces all turned themselves towards me, and guiding myself by them, as by a magical thread, I stepped into the room.

I had never met a woman-hater before. I could tell Marco was a woman-hater, because in spite of all the models and TV starlets in the room that night he paid attention to nobody but me. Not out of kindness or even curiosity, but because I'd happened to be dealt to him, like a playing card in a pack of identical cards.

This man was wearing an immaculate white suit, a pale blue shirt and a yellow satin tie with a bright stickpin. I couldn't take my eyes off that stickpin.

I liked looking on at other people in crucial situations. If there was a road accident or a street fight or a baby pickled in a laboratory jar for me to look at, I'd stop and look so hard I never forgot it.

While he kissed me I kept my eyes open and tried to memorize the spacing of the house lights so I would never forget them.

I had never met a misogynist before. I could tell Marco was a woman-hater, because in spite of all the models and TV starlets in the room that night he paid attention to nobody but me. Not out of kindness or even curiosity, but because I'd happened to be dealt to him, like a playing card in a pack of identical cards.

and I felt their eyes on my flat, virgin stomach.

I was more conscious of being stared at on the balcony than of the typewriter in front of me. Now

Listen and shut up, oh, ye of little faith.

Remember: what you focus on expands. As I often say in our training, "Where attention goes, energy flows and results show.

Allí donde se dirige la atención, fluye la energía y aparecen los resultados».

Recuerda: aquello en lo que te centras se expande. Como digo a menudo en nuestros cursos: «Allí donde se dirige la atención, fluye la energía y aparecen los resultados».

Remember, what you focus on expands.

A prose that is altogether alive demands something of the reader that the ordinary novel reader is not prepared to give.

He was accustomed to paying measurable heed only to those details that bore upon him most directly.

Worse still, Wally has hillbilly ADD.  He'll start telling you about a snake he killed or some chesty woman he saw and then branch off into weather because a cloud caught his eye or complain about his itchy socks, wish he'd eaten more for lunch.