Quotes About Attention

I used to be a real prince charming if I went on a date with a girl. But then I'd get to where I was likely to have a stroke from the stress of keeping up my act. I've since learned the key to a good date is to pay attention on her.

Let me tell ya. You gotta pay attention to signs. When life reaches out with a moment like this it's a sin if you don't reach back... I'm telling you.

La plupart considèrent que l'une des raisons principales de cet égocentrisme vient de l'usage des réseaux sociaux comme Myspace, Facebook et Twitter650, qui sont en grande partie consacrés à la promotion de soi.

Instead of turning your attention to the "target," simply stare attentively at the emotion itself. You will see that it cannot sustain itself and soon runs out of steam.

Isak Dinesen wrote, "There is no mystery in art. Do the things you can see, they will show you what you cannot see." In other words, there is mystery in art, but one of the ways it is conjured occurs when an author lavishes narrative attention on the visible.

I'm walking this over to you, I'm talking to you, which means this is important.

Attendre, se rendre attentif à ce qui fait de l'attente un acte neutre, enroulé sur soi, serré en cercles dont le plus intérieur et le plus extérieur coïncident, attention distraite en attente et jusqu'à l'inattendu. Attente, attente qui est le refus de rien attendre, calme étendue déroulée par les pas.

Flirtation: attention without intention.

Each time someone told her, "You have such a pretty face," she felt as though they wanted to sever her head from her body, to discard the meat of her and leave the small round disk of her face as her one saving quality. She was supposed to be grateful for his attention

Men's attention and approval were borrowed gifts she was no longer sure she wanted.

While he told his stories, Malaya tried to turn herself on for him, to spark herself to life as she had for RayShawn. Prettiness was the price of attention, and for fat girls, prettiness alone was not enough—one had to shine with a confidence so complete it looked like desire.

Lassan azért kezdek rájönni, hogy sokszor azokra érdemes odafigyelni, akik nem járatják folyton a szájukat.

What was it about needy girls? Jules wondered. They felt like they had the right to be needy, because they knew that other people would be interested in—although annoyed at—their needs. … They got all the attention. Boys turned their focus toward them, and messy situations results.

When you looked closely at anything, you could almost faint, Jules thought, although you had to look closely if you wanted to have any knowledge at all in life.

I'd looked and looked at him for so long; I'd made a habit of it, a vocation, and I could stop looking now.

It was like some kind of full-mind, full-body fuck. That was what it was like when your entire self was engaged. That was what it was like to pay attention.

I know we live in a very sexist world, and a lot of boys do nothing except get in trouble, until one day they grow up and dominate every aspect of society. But girls, at least while they're still girls and perform well, seem to do everything better for a while. Seem to get the attention.

We each have only one voice, and the world is so loud. Sometimes I think that the quiet ones have figured out that the best way to get other people's attention is not to shout, but to whisper. Which makes everyone listen a little harder.

There are no boring stories. Only a failure to truly listen.

There are few times when we know with absolute certainty we are going to do something for the last time. Life has a way of moving in circles, bringing us back to places we didn't expect and taking us away from those we do. There are too many times we don't pay close enough attention, and moments are lost in our assumption we'll have another chance.

If I'd known it was going to be the last time he'd ever hold me, I'd have paid better attention.

I turned only halfway, gave him half my attention. Half of myself. "Are you ever going to be happy again?

is an intense butterfly, flitting from focus to focus and giving each his undivided attention. It's flattering when it's you. Not so charming when it isn't.

Most happy stories are fantasies that never happened. A form of wish fulfillment. (...) Telling happy stories that actually happened lends a sort of fairy-tale quality to real life. They remind the teller and the listener of the magic that can be found in the mundane if you pay close attention.