Quotes About Distraction

You know it's going to be a bad day when you can't get privacy inside your own head.

don't want everything that's going on to be a…distraction for you two. I don't want you to

Like most authors, I'm a raging egomaniac. I know that about myself. And I know that, if I had internet access, I would waste countless hours looking up things about myself, writing fake posts about how great I am and arguing with people who don't like my work. It saves me a lot of time and frustration to just stay out of the loop.

Most people hate cell phone use on trains; I love cell phone use on trains. What do you want to do, read that report on your lap, or hear about your neighbor's worst date ever?

When you can't do something truly useful, you tend to vent the pent up energy in something useless but available, like snappy dressing.

Today's quote of the day from B, "I haven't got time for Demonic Presences; we've got packing to do".

Don't write too much. Concentrate your sweat on one story, rather than dissipate it over a dozen.

We were just somethin' for you and your friends to play with.

The second people felt alone, I noticed, usually in the space between things—leaving a therapy session, at a red light, standing in a checkout line, riding the elevator—they picked up devices and ran away from that feeling. In a state of perpetual distraction, they seemed to be losing the ability to be with others and losing their ability to be with themselves.

Modern man thinks he loses something—time—when he does not do things quickly; yet he does not know what to do with the time he gains except kill it." Fromm was right;

The internet can be both a salve and an addiction, a way to block out pain (the salve) while simultaneously creating it (the addiction).

transition back to the world outside? The second people felt alone, I noticed, usually in the space between things — leaving a therapy session, at a red light, standing in a checkout line, riding the elevator — they picked up devices and ran away from that feeling. In a state of perpetual distraction, they seemed to be losing the ability to be with others and losing their ability to be with themselves.

You know, John," I'd said the week before as he texted away, "I'm curious if you have any reaction to my feeling dismissed when you do this." He held up a finger—Hang on—but continued to text. When he finished, he looked up at me. "Sorry, what was I saying?" I loved that. Not "What were you saying" but "What was I saying.

In trying times, such as the ones we currently find ourselves mired in the middle of, one wants a distraction from one's troubles, and I find it most helpful to plan and engage in a pleasant outing or two with close and like-minded friends. Or you could go gator huntin'.

Whenever a property was about to go on the market, Ronan's advice to the owners was to declutter as much as they could cope with and remove all family photos from view. Potential buyers needed to be able to picture themselves in their new home, he always explained, and photographs of other people and their families were a distraction.

Sugar, Tara said in a voice that was pure Pissed-Off South. You need to go far, far away. A few weeks ago, he'd have taken that to mean she didn't want to see his face within a six-hundred-mile radius. Now he knew the truth. He distracted her. He could live with that. Came to see if I can help. I think I know how to make burgers, she said smoothly. But bless your heart. In other words, f*** off and die.

When everyone just shook their heads, he unbuttoned his shirt and, oh good Lord, shrugged out of it, bunching it up to slip beneath her head like a pillow. Don't look at him, she told herself. Don't look— She looked. Sweet Jesus.

Maybe we should go to the gym later and do some crunches or something, Willa said, sounding less than enthused about this propect. Kylie shook her head. My brain just auto-corrected the word crunches to cupcakes...

How long do we wait?" "Long as it takes," he said distractedly because she was sucking the salt off her thumb. Then she sucked on the straw to her soda and he nearly had a brain aneurism.

It's the only thing I haven't marathoned yet." She turned

I can't think in your presence. Why not? Because looking at you is like... She tossed up her hands. It's like walking down the chips and cookie aisle at the grocery store. I can't resist you, and then I'll forget why you're bad for me.

If the devil can't make you bad, he will make you busy.

My stomach rumbled. Like certain other portions of my anatomy, it had a tendency to become easily sidetracked, and to hell with little details like survival.

Ad hominem is a notoriously weak logical argument. And is usually used to distract the focus of a discussion - to move it from an indefensible point and to attack the opponent. ~ Lord Aquitainus Attis ~ Furies of Calderon by Jim Butcher