Quotes About Focus

Crime is naught but misdirected energy.

Intel decided to focus on memory chips, where mass production would produce economies of scale.

You use your brain much as you would use a radio crystal; you tune in different frequencies.

Mentally focus your attention on the part of you that needs healing. Now slowly take a deep breath, slowly filling your lungs to capacity while you send the oxygen to the part of you that needs healing. Now slowly breathe out, visualizing the ailing part being healed.

Taking control of your life begins with taking control of your thoughts.

Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to meditate when you're murdering someone

One thing about Kane - he never did anything by halves.

I'm going to crash if you keep that up. You're sort of distracting.' He laughed again at her matter-of-fact observation. 'I'm sort of distracting? I obviously need to try harder.

Draden didn't move, staying as still as any predator with his gaze fixed on his prey. No muscle moved.

Are you attempting to distract me from my task with your wanton thoughts? " There was a curling caress in Gabriel's voice, brushing at the walls of her mind, flooding her body with heat and excitement. " Wanton thoughts? You need a checkup, my boy. Your fantasy world seems to be growing larger with each passing day. I wanted you home to take out the trash.

Steele could be so completely still, it felt like he could disappear. His energy would get so low that you could forget he was in your space. He never missed anything when he was like that. He took in the smallest detail.

I would not want you to think of anything while you hunt, especially not of me.I would hope that would be too distracting.

I have to plan things. That's my personality. If I don't have a plan, I get overwhelmed.

I'm not rejecting you. Just the opposite. You mean something huge to me. Huge. I can't think about much of anything else but keeping you alive.

Tell me about yourself. Everything you can think of. Look only at me. Look into my eyes. See me. Only me.

Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to meditate when your murdering someone?

Once he was set on a task, once he made up his mind, he was relentless.

Never think for one moment that you are not my choice. That you are not in my heart. I cannot see anything or anyone but you.

He was a machine, not feeling the grueling effects on his muscles as he made the slow crawl between targets, but the longer he was in the field, moving from kill to kill, the more he felt eyes on him.

His hands went to the front of her blouse and her heart began to pound. Nicolae, this really is a good movie. Is it? he murmured, clearly distracted.

He glanced back at her over his shoulder, his incredible eyes moving over her face. Seeing her. Focusing on her. The way he looked at her made her heart begin to accelerate.

It was at home, when she was alone with herself, the way she'd been her entire life, that she was lost. She had no purpose. No focus. No center to balance her. Now, this man, Vittorio Ferraro, an amazing, sensual, intelligent man offered those things to her.

The moment she was close, he found he took her in with every breath he drew. The more he breathed, the more he was aware of her. Every cell in his body seemed focused on her. He knew when she took a breath. When she let it out. He breathed with her. In. Out. Together. As if they were already exchanging breath.

Knowledge flies the sword true to its aim.