Quotes About Focus

Regardless of anything, my dad wants me to "get that piece of paper!" - degree over everything.

My dad has always said to me, "where there is a will there is a way" and this is the type of dedication hockey has taught me. Being dedicated to this sport [hockey] has been my will to play.

'Keep your head down at school.' Those are sage words from my dad. They kept me in check for years.

My dad just wanted me to find something to do to keep me out of trouble. Boxing was the great escape.

After a golfer has been out on the circuit for a while he learns how to handle his dating so that it doesn't interfere with his golf. The first rule usually is no woman-chasing after Wednesday.

Don't put all of your focus on dating. Typically, if you're involved in outside activities and causes that you are passionate about, chances are that you're meeting people with similar interests.

If I have to die tonight,if this weight is going to kill me tonight,so be it! I am dying where I wanna be

Blessed are those who, in the face of death, think only about the front sight.

One must keep working continuously; otherwise, one thinks of death.

I spend my days preparing for life, not preparing for death.

We can what-if ourselves to death... But what-if never does anybody any good. All any of us ever have...is one thing, and we better make the most of it while we can: What is.

Things are simple when you're going to die.

Death frames the high wire. But I don't see myself as taking risks. I do all of the preparations that a non-death seeker would do.

If you don't stick to simplicity, you'll die a horrible death.

A warrior thinks of death when things become unclear. The idea of death is the only thing that tempers our spirit.

Sometimes too much thinking leads to the Death of Doing

Any form of complacency is the kiss of death for any professional.

If you read a novel in more than two weeks you don't read the novel really.

and said that he still had his evening's reading. He did not do justice to a writer unless he read him on consecutive days and for no less than three hours at a sitting. Otherwise, despite his notetaking and underlining, he lost touch with a book's inner life and might as well not have begun. Sometimes, when he unavoidably had to miss a day, he would go back and begin all over again, rather than be nagged by his sense that he was wronging a serious author.

This is what happens when you write books. There's not just something that drives you to find out everything—something begins putting everything in your path.

You're somebody who has banished all superfluous sentiments from his life. No asinine longings to be home again. No patience for the nonessential. Only time for what's indispensable.

Drenka Balich's perfectionism on the job was not her only immoderate inclination.

Zen is nothing more than adhering to such simple tasks, with full attention.

People on sinking ships do not complain of distractions during their prayer.