Quotes About Attention

It was easy to deal with being invisible, but being noticed ?that was something entirely different.

To be either too good or too bad drew attention. As much as he hated being the lettuce, it was his comfort zone.

And so night after night, the Thunderhead silently monitored Greyson in every way it could. Because monitoring was the closest it could come to embracing.

We're roughage, Tyger said. If we don't cause a little intestinal distress, no one knows we're there.

who cared about the lettuce when the beef was being devoured?

My ego says it must be me they're after

Attention! he announced in full theatrical voice. Attention, all! You have been selected for gleaning today. You are commanded to step forward and meet your demise.

You see, there are some who seek celebrity to change the world, and others who seek it to ensnare the world.

It's neither negative nor positive in itself-it's what you do with the attention that matters.

But like so many things, once we had possession of infinite knowledge, it suddenly seemed less important. Less urgent. Yes, we know everything, but I often wonder if anyone bothers to look at all that knowledge

Beside him Acher kept pulling up music, but never let a song finish before looking for a new one.

The telephone is needed for Emergency purposes only These people are not Emergencies, they are Calamities.

So be careful when you bend over.

Further on, he adds, that dogs, when feeling affectionate, lower their ears in order to exclude all sounds, so that their whole attention may be concentrated on the caresses of their master! Dogs have another and striking way of exhibiting their affection, namely, by licking the hands or faces of their masters.

Esto demuestra lo necesario que es el que todo nuevo punto de vista se explique con una extensión considerable, con el fin de despertar la atención del público.

Attention, if sudden and close, graduates into surprise; and this into astonishment; and this into stupefied amazement.

Or maybe it is only that we are so habitually inattentive that when some rare but simple geometry grabs us by the shoulders and shakes us into consciousness, we call our response sacred.

Civilization balances always on a keen and precarious point, a showman spinning a fine Spode dinner plate on a long dowel slender as a stem of hay. A puff of breath, a moment's lost attention, and it's all gone, crashed to ruination, shards in the dirt. Then mankind retreats to the caves, leaving little behind but obelisks weathering to nubs like broken teeth, dissolving to beach sand.

Regrettably, many Americans don't pay much attention to the inconsistencies in U.S. foreign policy. People in other parts of the world who feel the impact of those policies play close attention. And they take notes.

He thinks the sun comes up just to hear him crow.

Once God had Moses' attention, He spoke. There are times when God wants to stab our curiosity, so He shocks us out of our routine. Routine is a subtle enemy. We fall into a mental rut, like stumbling into an open grave. And in that mind-numbing routine, we miss God's call.

In solitude, struggles occur that no one else knows about. Inner battles are fought here that seldom become fodder for sermons or illustrations for books. God, who probes our deepest thoughts during protracted segments of solitude, opens our eyes to things that need attention. It is here He makes us aware of those things we try to hide from others.

Believe me, once you have tasted worship—the kind of worship that captures your heart and rivets your full attention on the living Lord—nothing less satisfies. Nothing else even comes close. Once you have tasted true worship, you will never want to play church again.

God's voice isn't all that difficult to hear. In fact, you almost have to be closing your eyes and stopping your ears to miss it.