Quotes About Distraction

Don't make me sit through reality.

She kept a stack of books near the tub so she could read in the bath, even though the edges of the pages turned moldy. She read on trains and on buses, which often made her late as she was forever missing her stop.

don't read. It's a waste of time. It's just for people who want to escape real life.

Gradually, she realizes how she is forced to look for distraction when she is moved, upset, or sad. (When a six-year-old's mother died, his aunt told him: "You must be brave; don't cry;

Gradually, she realizes how she is forced to look for distraction when she is moved, upset, or sad. (When a six-year-old's mother died, his aunt told him: "You must be brave; don't cry; now go to your room and play nicely")

I loved taking off. In my own house, I seemed to be often looking for a place to hide - sometimes from the children but more often from the jobs to be done and the phone ringing and the sociability of the neighborhood. I wanted to hide so that I could get busy at my real work, which was a sort of wooing of distant parts of myself.

Love dies all the time, or at any rate it becomes distracted, overlaid--it might as well be dead.

But I hope you will -- use your brains. Use your brains. Don't be distracted. Once you make that mistake, of being -- distracted, over a man, your life will never be your own. You will get the burden, a woman always does.

I loved taking off. In my own house, I seemed to be often looking for a place to hide--sometimes from the children but more often from the jobs to be done and the phone ringing and the sociability of the neighborhood. I wanted to hide so that I could get busy at my real work, which was a sort of wooing of distant parts of myself. I lived in a state of siege, always losing just what I wanted to hold on to[...] It was being a watcher that did it. A watcher, not a keeper.

Getting and spending we lay waste our powers. Why do we let ourselves be so busy and miss doing things we should have, or would have, liked to do? Remember

They had something close in front of them, a picture in front of their eyes that came between them and the world, which was the thing most adults seemed to have.

For her life, like human life everywhere on the planet, had speeded up and speeded up until peace was rarely possible. Always there was movement, noise, inevitable and constant distraction [. ...] a madness had seized the earth. The madness of speed. As if to speed things up meant to actually go somewhere. And where, after all, was there to go? The present is all there ever is, no matter how much you lean forward or back.

Still, it is like Shug say, You have to git man off your eyeball, before you can see anything a'tall

Work was a balm. Adrenaline distracted him from sorrow.

You play the violin like an angel. Play it; play something light and lively. Get this cursed bad business off your mind.

Humans are often this way. They go about their lives, constantly working, complaining of boredom one minute and overwork the next. They pause only to observe the niceties of society, greeting each other with 'Good morning' while their minds are somewhere else completely.

We are here for our amusement.

A man sleeps through most of his life, even when awake. You get so little time, yet still you spend it utterly oblivious. Angry, frustrated, fixated on meaningless nothings. That drawer does not close flush with the front of my desk. What cards does my opponent hold, and how much money can I win from him? I wish I were taller. What will I have for dinner, for I am not fond of parsnips?

La tecnología es una gran distracción y una poderosa adicción. Piensa en ello: puedes cambiar en el acto tu química interior y hacer que un sentimiento desaparezca al cambiar algo del exterior.

Perhaps the greatest impairment to purposeful practice is the presence of other athletes during a workout.

To be honest, I think cell phones were invented by the devil.

It was impossible to have a conversation in a room with a phone. It was like having a conversation in a room with a bat hanging from the ceiling. Even if the bat was asleep, how were you supposed to think about anything else or look at anything else?

He used books the same way he used alcohol: to pretend that he was not here, and if he was here, that he was happy for a change.

When we start competing with people, we get distracted, we lose focus, and before long we're wasting time on things that are not moving us toward our purpose.