Quotes About Distraction

Let's be real: It's just TV; it's just entertainment.

Comedy and horror are both escapes, and entertainment is a beautiful thing.

I don't let the computer into my bedroom. It would get in the way of life, sleep. And I really can't let that happen.

We will need to become more aware of and take precautions against the incredible pull of the Scylla and Charybdis of past and future, and the dreamworld they offer us in place of our lives.

A trancelike state settles over your efforts; the climb becomes a clear-eyed dream. Hours slide by like minutes. The accumulated clutter of day-to-day existence--the lapses of consciousness, the unpaid bills, the bungled opportunities, the dust under the couch, the inescapable prison of your genes--all of it is temporarily forgotten, crowded from your thoughts by an overpowering clarity of purpose and by the seriousness of the task at hand.

For Jefferson, politics was not a dispiriting distraction but an undertaking that made everything else possible.

It was a heartbreaking story. He closed his eyes tightly as he told it, so I took the opportunity to quickly check Twitter. I hate not knowing what's happening on Twitter.

The enemy is noise. The goal is clarity.

The country that minutely followed every phony turn of American Idol while the world went up in flames seemed to Walter fully deserving of whatever nightmare future awaited it. He

A cascade of reactions initiated by Factor 6 relaxed his tear valves and sent a wave of nausea down his vagus: a "sense" that he survived from day to day by distracting himself from underground truths that day by day grew more compelling and decisive. The truth that he was going to die. That heaping your tomb with treasure wouldn't save you.

Various chemicals that molecular floodgates had been holding back all afternoon burst loose and flooded Gary's neural pathways. A cascade of reactions initiated by Factor 6 relaxed his tear valves and sent a wave of nausea down his vagus: a "sense" that he survived from day to day by distracting himself from underground truths that day by day grew more compelling and decisive. The truth that he was going to die. That heaping your tomb with treasure wouldn't save you.

When I'm writing I don't want anyone else in the room - including myself.

Television had elected itself, I figured. It could watch itself too, for all I cared. I read my book.

The Hippie Parents weren't for all their distraction and funk, for their love triangles and LPs and antiwar demonstrations, illiterates...You'd find the books in the downstairs bathroom, or on their bedside tables, or maybe see them unwrapped at holidays as gifts, a cherished revelation passed from one to another, shared like a joint...

The Talmud tells a story about a great Rabbi who is dying, he has become a goses , but he cannot die because outside all his students are praying for him to live and this is distracting to his soul. His maidservant climbs to the roof of the hut where the Rabbi is dying and hurls a clay vessel to the ground. The sound diverts the students, who stop praying. In that moment, the Rabbi dies and his soul goes to heaven. The servant, too, the Talmud says, is guaranteed her place in the world to come.

nu ne acorda nici o atentie si n-a intrebat nici macar o data despre ce discutam. Era sociabil doar cu alunele.

On February 14, I received a telegram from Buenos Aires urging me to return home immediately; my father was not at all well. God forgive me, but the prestige of being the recipient of an urgent telegram, the desire to communicate to all of Fray Bentos the contradiction between the negative form of the news and the absoluteness of the adverbial phrase, the temptation to dramatize my grief by feigning a virile stoicism-all this perhaps distracted me from any possibility of real pain.

Dormir es distraerse del universo, y la distracción es difícil para quien sabe que lo persiguen con espadas desnudas.

A mí no me gusta que la gente me haga confidencias, porque mientras me dicen cosas importantísimas pienso en otra cosa y tengo miedo de que se den cuenta.

Gone out. Backson. Busy backson.

Olga Rudge told a story about Wanda Landowska, the renowned harpsichordist. Landowska had been interrupted in mid-sentence by the arrival of friends and a fuss about tickets, and had come back after a quarter of an hour and continued her sentence from where she left off. 'Is it the working with different voices in the fugues etc. makes her able to keep all the threads in her hand separate and distinct?', Olga wondered, 'like in a way the cantos?

When you need to escape life's rough edges for a few hours, nothing could beat seeing a great film.

If you lose track of time, you lose track of your mind. You don't go crazy necessarily, but your thoughts wander. They go on permanent vacations.

Anger is a luxury. Anger wants answers, retribution, reason, something that makes sense. Anger wants a story, stories help us make sense out of everything. But while we scramble to help those who need it, who has time for anger? Who has time to make sense out of anything? There is only what is. Anger is a distraction. Anger removes me from grief, and the opportunity to be helpful.