Quotes About Attention

Nina flipped through the photos taken at the crime scene and stopped when she noticed

Tout le monde se fiche des "presque", Dante. Si les " presque" comptaient, toute la population adulte, hormis peut-être une ou deux bonnes sœurs, serait en prison.

talentless airheads who are famous for absolutely nothing except being famous?

Es bedarf ernstlicher Aufmerksamkeit, unermüdlichen Fragens und Lernens, um das rechte Gebot zu vernehmen und so die unerschöpfliche Güte Gottes in allen seinen Geboten zu erkennen.

Wer nicht lange und geduldig zuhören kann, der wird am Andern immer vorbeireden und es selbst schließlich gar nicht mehr merken.

You will grow to be hated when you become well known.

I hate these platforms that are all over the place today they are all about grabbing attention. They are suburban! I never do a platform. Well, I did, in the 1970s, but that was a bad experience.

Care for your infant business or career as you would care for your infant child - with loving attention, with no expectation of any reward, being in the moment with it, accepting it as is, watching it grow, enjoying every step of the way.

We must forget in order to remain present, forget in order not to die, forget in order to remain faithful.

I remember walking the dog one day, I saw a car full of teenage girls, and one of them rolled down the window and yelled, 'Marc Jacobs!' in a French accent.

Les gens ne font déjà pas attention aux autres, alors à leurs ombres...

Chiar aÅŸa ce? Ai mai luat autobuzul sau metroul, ai mai mers pe str?zi? Oamenii petrec mai mult timp cu ochii în telefoanele lor decât uitându-se la ce se întâmpl? în jur. În zilele noastre, singurul mijloc de a atrage atenÅ£ia este s? zâmbeÅŸti pe un ecran de smartphone, nu-i vina mea, dar aÅŸa stau lucrurile.

Have you ever had that moment when you are updating your status and you realize that every status update is just a variation on a single request: "Would someone please acknowledge me?

It amazes me that we are all on Twitter and Facebook. By "we" I mean adults. We're adults, right? But emotionally we're a culture of seven-year-olds. Have you ever had that moment when are you updating your status and you realize that every status update is just a variation on a single request: "Would someone please acknowledge me?

I don't hoard, exactly, but I get it. It's a response to our need and desire for purpose, order, definition, and a fortress. It's a calling that requires constant management, control, and obsessive attention.

In other words, children who slept longer during the day had longer attention spans.

Art is not about itself but the attention we bring to it.

Among our articles of lazy hardware, I recommend the faucet that stops dripping when no one is listening to it.

Parties of this sort are as a rule premature. They have little reality until the following day, when they occupy the attention of the people who were not invited.

It is our noticing them that puts things in a room, our growing used to them that takes them away again and clears a space for us.

L'amour commence, on voudrait rester pour celle qu'on aime l'inconnu qu'elle peut aimer mais on a besoin d'elle, on a besoin de toucher moins son corps que son attention, son coeur.

Composers were warned not to strain the attention of their audience, as though we had not at our disposal different degrees of attention, among which it rests precisely with the artist himself to arouse the highest. For those who yawn with boredom after ten lines of a mediocre article have journeyed year after year to Bayreuth to listen to the Ring .

The fault I find with our journalism is that it forces us to take an interest in some fresh triviality or other every day, whereas only three or four books in a lifetime give us anything that is of real importance. Suppose that, every morning, when we tore the wrapper off our paper with fevered hands, a transmutation were to take place, and we were to find inside it—oh! I don't know; shall we say Pascal's Pensées?

The ineffable utterance of one solitary man, absent, perhaps dead (Swann did not know whether Vinteuil were still alive), breathed out above the rites of those two hierophants, sufficed to arrest the attention of three hundred minds, and made of that stage on which a soul was thus called into being one of the noblest altars on which a supernatural ceremony could be performed.