Quotes About Distraction

Michael allowed himself to look at Caddy for the first time since she had climbed into the car. It was a moment that he always put off for as long as possible because his concentration was never quite the same afterwards.

Only reading, she knew, could distract her from her obsessive thoughts and restore her sense of peace.

Only reading, she knew, could distract her from her obssessive thoughts and restore her sense of peace.

Like a stage magician, the con artist misdirects suspicion. While everyone's watching for him to pull a rabbit out of a hat, he's actually sawing a girl in half. You think he's doing one trick when he's actually doing another. You think that I'm dying, but I'm laughing at you.

Corny nodded, but when he moved to put the key in the ignition, Luis's hand stopped him. When he turned, their mouths met. "I'm sorry... that I've been," Luis said in between kisses,"distracted... by everything. Is it morbid... that I'm talking...?" Corny murmured something that he hoped sounded like agreement as Luis's fingers dug into his hips, pushing him up so they could crush their bodies closer together.

Haven't you watched the feeds?" Winter asked her, more gently. "Vampires like anything and everything that keeps them from getting bored. Anything and everything."

In all the commotion, no one remembered the Glock.

Mothers took their mothering so seriously now. Their frantic little faces...Ponytails swinging. Eyes fixed on the mobile phones held in the palms of their hands like compasses.

I think I'm falling for a red herring here,

Every time I ask her to explain her job, I forget to listen.

I want gunshots and canned laughter and dog food commercials. Nothing seems too tragic when the television is blaring.

The teenagers glanced up briefly from their phones and then instantly dropped their heads again as if there were magnets on their foreheads.

he works from home a lot." "That must be nice. Or is it? Does he get under your feet?" Di picked her way unsteadily across the sand. "Sometimes I send Bill off to buy me something at the supermarket I don't really need, just to give myself a little breather.

Monkey brain refers to the way your mind swings from thought to thought, like a monkey swinging from branch to branch.

Jane felt that strange lurch she sometimes experienced when she got distracted by her life, and then something (it was often Ziggy) made her remember just in time the appropriate way for a nice, ordinary, well-mannered grown-up to behave.

I don't like reading things that people say on the Internet because I know so much of it is not true. I don't want to waste my time worrying about what other people are thinking. I just want to focus on being able to do cool projects.

Does your mind feel more and more like teflon? Nothing sticks to it?

I see no reason why we should fill our every waking hour with brooding over the evils of the day. At least you will admit it is fun to lean back in a comfortable chair on a cold rainy evening, [...] and escape into the pages of an extravagant romance, if only for an hour or two.

This is what I asked for, and in this day and age that's what actually goes on. But what hurts me the most is that I work just as hard as any other actress around my age, like Scarlett Johansson, but I just don't get the opportunities that they get because people are so distracted by the mess that I created in my life.

I spend a lot of time loathing the sentences that I put down on the page. Once I'm past that phase, it doesn't really matter what the routine is (coffee shop, someone else's house, my dining room table), I'm pretty fast. I go back to the start of whatever I'm working on, every half hour or so, and revise my way back to where I left off. I have my headphones on, I'm checking email, I look at Twitter and Tumblr, and drink a lot of coffee. I need a lot of distraction to work.

The Web, the great time-killer that had replaced conspicuously passive television with its seductive illusion of productivity.

He'd been unable to discern whether this frantic bustle of hers was what it claimed to be - an ardent determination to live every remaining day to the fullest - or quite the opposite: an evasion. An equally ardent determination to distract herself, from what only she could know, and thus a complete failure to inhabit her life in the scarcest respect.

And Lawrence was afraid of the main thing. He had a tendency to talk feverishly all around the main thing, as if bundling it with twine. Presumably if he talked in circles around the main thing for long enough it would lie there, vanquished, panting on its side, like a roped steer.

At only ten a.m., Edgar found himself already eyeing the Doritos on the counter. One thing he hadn't anticipated about the 'home office' was Snack Syndrome; lately his mental energies divided evenly between his new calling (worrying about money, which substituted neatly for earning it) and not stuffing his face.