Quotes About Distraction

Answers are the opiate of the people!

important goal today may turn to ashes tomorrow simply because we turn our attention to something else. We

The devil frequently fills our thoughts with great schemes, so that instead of putting our hands to what work we can do to serve our Lord, we may rest satisfied with wishing to perform impossibilities.

You know you're in a bad patch when the most interesting part of the book you're reading is the acknowledgments page.

I m not about to tell him that I am just like Anna and Emma, an adulteress. My books are my secret lovers, the friends I run to to get away from the daily drudgeries of life, to try out something new, and yes, to get away, for a few hours, from him. He doesn't need to know that my books are the affairs I don't have.

Last period of the day was new gym class. It was her only class that didn't include Evan, which was a relief. She should be functioning at a peak concentration, but he and his luminous eyes kept distracting her. First opprtunity I have, she thought. I'll bite him.

I remembered Owen telling me how music had saved him in Phoenix, that it drowned everything out, and it was the same for me now. As long as I had something to listen to, I could blur the things I didn't want to think about, if not block them out completely.

A second later, when he looked up at me, we were face to face, and again, even under these circumstances, I was struck by how good looking he was, in that accidental, doesn't-even-know-it kind of way. Which only made it worse. Or better. Or whatever. Yup, he said, as if there'd been any doubt, you're in there, all right. I was warned, too,I told him, as he stood up. I just saw that sculpture, and I got distracted. The sculpture? He looked at it, then at me. Oh, right. Because you know it.

There are worse addictions than reality TV, chocolate and coffee.

I was distracted, thinking about what she'd said, until she got to this last part. Sherman? I said. She nodded. That's John and Craig's friend. He's visiting from Shreveport. Sherman from Shreveport? I said. This is the guy you're determined I go out with? You can't judge a book by its cover! she snapped. When I slid my eyes toward Forbidden , she grabbed it up, shoving it back under the bed. You know what I mean. Sherman might be very nice.

But as I dropped my hand from my eyes to say this to Jamie, I realized I couldn't see him anymore. My view was blocked by my sister, who had moved to stand between us, one hand stretched out behind her, toward me.

And I listened to them talking in the hallway, my mother explaining the best way to serve the tuna salad, on lettuce, while Rina made listening noises and popped her gum. And Rogerson's phone rang, on and on. No answer.

My own life felt flat and sad too much of the time; it was reassuring, somehow, to lose myself in someone else's

For example, to prevent your puppy from barking every time someone comes to the door or walks by, have treats and toys at the ready and use them to distract your puppy.

Help your puppy get used to being ignored sometimes.

Spread some butter on a serving spoon and use it to lure your puppy some distance away until they have calmed.

I've written whole books in order to avoid writing other books.

Jack] checked his watch, then returned to studying her back. damn if she didn't have a nice back, too - smooth, unblemished skin, nicely shaped vertebrae- He pulled himself up short. Nicely shaped vertebrae? Was he going insane?

If the churches came to understand that the greatest threat to faith today is not hedonism but distraction, perhaps they might begin to appeal anew to a frazzled digital generation.

I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos. A stillness that characterizes prayer, too, and the eye of the storm. I think that art has something to do with an arrest of attention in the midst of distraction.

I wonder whether there will ever be enough tranquility under modern circumstances to allow our contemporary Wordsworth to recollect anything. I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos. A stillness that characterizes prayer, too, and the eye of the storm. I think that art has something to do with an arrest of attention in the midst of distraction.

Forgetfully, Wilhelm traveled for miles in second gear; he was seldom in the right lane and he neither gave signals nor watched for lights.

If you see everything through hovercams and feed stories, you wind up blind to what's right in front of you.

DICHTER: O sprich mir nicht von jener bunten Menge, Bei deren Anblick uns der Geist entflieht. Verhülle mir das wogende Gedränge, Das wider Willen uns zum Strudel zieht.