Quotes About Distraction

Het probleem van tumult in je hoofd is dat alles wat op korte termijn goed voelt, op de lange termijn slecht voelt. Je leidt jezelf af, terwijl je eigenlijk behoefte hebt aan zelfkennis.

In T.S. Eliot's phrase from his Four Quartets, I was 'distracted from distraction by distraction'.

I read news websites—another distraction—and my mind couldn't take it. The knowledge of so much suffering in the world didn't help put my pain in perspective. It just made me feel powerless. And pathetic that my invisible woes were so paralyzing when there were so many visible woes in the world. My despair intensified. So I decided to do something. I disconnected.

People with stamina aren't made any differently to anyone else,' she was saying. 'The only difference is they have a clear goal in mind, and a determination to get there. Stamina is essential to stay focused in a life filled with distraction. It is the ability to stick to a task when your body and mind are at their limit

Keep yourself busy if you want to avoid depression. For me, inactivity is the enemy.

researchers worry that heavy use of interactive media can, over time, reduce attention spans. The fear is that we grow so accustomed to frequent bursts of stimulation, we have trouble feeling satisfied in their absence.

You hear the ping of an incoming text or call, you respond; the ping happens, you respond. And each time you respond, you get a hit of dopamine. It's a pleasurable feeling, a release from the reward center. Then it's gone. There is no incoming text, no stimulation. You start to feel bored. You crave another hit.

For all the gifts of computer technology, if its power goes underappreciated, it can hijack the brain.

Good typography can help your reader devote less attention to the mechanics of reading and more attention to your message. Conversely, bad typography can distract your reader and undermine your message.

Make sure you make your focus your focus, see no distraction,think no distraction.Remain focused. Be unstoppable,unshakable and unwavering.

We have become people of the device.

We are called to become people of prayer, not people of the device.

Resistance loves keeping us busy with anything but the one thing that will most help us grow.

So much of marriage is spent only half paying attention to each other. Talking while driving. Talking while watching Netflix. Talking while staring at a toddler, or scanning utility bills or catalogs from the mail or Evites for some distant weekend.

I would absolutely love to go back to the simplicity of the '80s, where there wasn't texting, social media, iPhones, or smartphones. I love the fact that you would go home and check your messages. I'm not well suited to the world of modern technology.

Para el enamorado, una mujer bella es un objeto de deseo; para el eremita, una distracción; y para el lobo, un buen bocado.

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.

If your Soviet neighbor is trying to set fire to your house, you can't be worrying about the Arab down the block. If suddenly it's the Arab in your backyard , you can't be worrying about the People's Republic of China and if one day the ChiComs show up at your front door with an eviction notice in one hand and a Molotov cocktail in the other, then the last thing you're going do is look over his shoulder for a walking corpse.

Technology… the knack of so arranging the world that we don't have to experience it.

Wait. Why am I thinking about Krispy Kremes? We're supposed to be exercising.

How are any of us in this room supposed to care about anything, when we're constantly being pulled back by unbearable thoughts and feelings?

To be lost in a novel meant you were not lost in your own life.

Once, a few weeks ago, she'd heard a girl's voice in there and wondered if it was porn on the computer until she could tell it wasn't. She heard the voice say Eli's name. E-liii. She'd turned her music as loud as she could, held her hands to her ears, even sang to herself, eyes clamped shut. She hoped he heard her fling off her Ked so hard it hit the wall. She hoped he remembered she was here.

Where'd that world go, that world when you're a kid, and now I can't remember noticing anything, not the smell of the leaves or the sharp curl of dried maple on your ankles, walking? I live in cars now, and my own bedroom, the windows sealed shut, my mouth to my phone, hand slick around its neon jelly case, face closed to the world, heart closed to everything.