Quotes About Attention

When they watch a movie and they know that you're in a relationship, you just kind of watch that constantly.

When we're lost in thought, when we're dreaming, what have we lost? We've lost reality. Our life has escaped us.

If from morning to night we just took care of one thing after another, thoroughly and completely and without accompanying thoughts, such as "I'm a good person for doing this" or "Isn't it wonderful, that I can take care of everything?," then that would be sufficient.

Just bringing our full attention to what we are doing, and when we are done, we go home. But we are forever changed—while the performance is over, the music now lives within us.

Attention is no more than this - the power of giving your mind to what you are about

A literary approach pays attention to both what Mark tells us and how he tells it.

Ugly people kill people all the time. But when pretty people did, it got attention.

Husbands are like fires - they go out when they're left unattended.

Getting where you want to be has everything to do with awareness, and nothing to do with willpower.

It doesn't matter what did or did not happen then. It only matters what happens NOW.

The quality of our lives is determined by the focus of our attention.

The quality of your life will depend entirely on the focus of your attention.

OMG YOU GUYS it has come to my attention that SOMEONE on the internet is saying that my fictional 19th century zombies are NOT SCIENTIFICALLY SOUND. Naturally, I am crushed. To think, IF ONLY I'd consulted with a zombologist or two before sitting down to write, I could've avoided ALL THIS EMBARRASSMENT.

And if there are gods after all, perhaps we should not struggle so hard to get their attention, if this is the attention they would lavish upon us.

I understand a woman who validates herself by getting attention from the opposite sex. I have a friend who is that to a T... Doesn't mean she isn't a good person. That's a funny character to play.

She understands that attention is the first and final act of love, and that the ultimate dwindling resource in the human arrangement isn't cheap oil or potable water or even common sense, but mercy.

People came and went in waves, sometimes gathering in little circles around me to ask questions about the PCT when they noticed my pack. As I spoke, the doubts I had about myself on the trail fell away for whole minutes at a time and I forgot all about being a big fat idiot. Basking in the attention of the people who gathered around me, I didn't just feel like a backpacking expert. I felt like a hard-ass motherfucking Amazonian queen.

Be present for your own life.

attention is the first and final act of love, and that the ultimate dwindling resource in the human arrangement isn't cheap oil or potable water or even common sense, but mercy.

There's nothing you can tell Sugar that doesn't strike her as beautiful and human. Which is why men and women write to her about intimacies they can't share with anyone else, unspeakable urges, insoluble grief. She understands that attention is the first and final act of love, and that the ultimate dwindling resource in the human arrangement isn't cheap oil or potable water or even common sense, but mercy.

All of my life has been a relearning to pray- a letting go of incantational magic, petition, and the vain repetition "Me, Lord, Me," instead watching attentively for the light that burns at the center of every star, every cell, every living creature, every human heart. Learning to pray, then, as I understand it, is learning to listen with the mind and heart- making oneself attentive to each exquisite detail of the world.

Mr. Michaelson went on teaching the class then, as if history was the most important thing in the world, and even though she didn't want to, Lucy actually heard some of what he said.

He had not put the light over the garage door on, or the porch light on, or any outside light. They would be visible from the road. He had the crazy idea that light would draw attention to him, could somehow be a magnet for someone (who? the cops? the ASPCA? St. Francis of Assisi?) to discover what he'd done. That was the last thing he needed now.

Merridale was as self-centered as a Broadway star on opening night.