Quotes About Distraction

I had a hard time looking at Freya without staring. There really wasn't anything safe to focus on – her eyes, her lips, her belly button. I silently scolded myself, This is Blitzen's mom! This is my aunt! I decided to focus on her left eyebrow. There was nothing entrancing about a left eyebrow.

On a bad day, he could only remember Justin Bieber songs, which didn't do anything except give me a headache.

I hated visiting Hephaestus's office. His desk toys were so mesmerizing I found myself staring at them for hours, sometimes decades. I missed the entire 1480s that way

Most men lead lives of aimless distraction.

Busyness is a great enemy of relationships.

It's human nature to get distracted by minor issues. We play Trivial Pursuit with our lives. Henry David Thoreau observed that people live lives of "quiet desperation," but today a better description is aimless distraction. Many people are like gyroscopes, spinning around at a frantic pace but never going anywhere.

A good rule of thumb was that the more noise someone was making the less likely they were to die.

And he told himself, reader, that it was the cloth that he desired and not the light.

drinking, my distraction, my utter lack of pleasure in things—this last, I learned, called anhedonia, which to me sounded like the name of a flower Max never planted in the garden I never wanted.

I avoided situations that might otherwise trip or jangle my hypersensitive wiring, and I learned to pretend I was paying attention or following a logical point when my mind qas off chasing rabbits in a thousand directions.

She told me the only way I would be happy on Milk Farm Road with my mother would be to turn off the radio. This would eliminate a great deal of temptation.

But what is the sense in forever speculating what might have happened had such and such a moment turned out differently? One could presumably drive oneself to distraction in this way.

I slid closer, feeling his arms close around me, tightening. Our lips touched-- Derek? his dad called. Chloe? Derek let out a growl. I laughed and backed up. We seem to get a lot of that, don't we? I said. Too much. After we eat, we're going for a walk. A long walk. Far from every possible interruption. I grinned up at him. Sounds like a plan

His gaze travelled down me, then zipped back to my face. Sorry. Focus, Rafe. I am. Just on the wrong thing.

To distract myself from thoughts of my father, i decided to check out the dead body.

I eased forward and leaned up to his ear. "Is this what you wanted?" He chuckled. "Mmm, I'd better not answer that." His gaze traveled down me, then zipped back to my face. "Sorry." "Focus, Rafe." "I am. Just on the wrong thing.

He couldn't seem to get his teeth into anything. Except books. The things in books was darn near more real to him than the things breathing and eating.

When a man showed up you didn't want to look at his face and he didn't want to look at his face and he didn't want to look at yours, because it's painful to see somebody so clear that it's like looking inside him, but then neither did you want to to look away and lose him completely. You had a choice: you could either strain and look at things that appeared in front of you in the fog, painful as it may be, or you could relax and lose yourself.

Satan does not care how many people read about prayer if only he can keep them from praying.

Sometimes it helps to begin our prayers by confessing we don't feel like praying-and ask God to help us with our preference to be doing something else.

My biggest concern for this generation is your inability to focus, especially in prayer.

God's voice is still and quiet and easily buried under an avalanche of clamour.

We know the utility of prayer from the efforts of the wicked spirits to distract us during the divine office; and we experience the fruit of prayer in the defeat of our enemies.

Never believe that true prayer consists in mere babbling, reciting so many psalms and vigils, saying your beads while you allow your thoughts to roam.