Quotes About Focus

Once she had her mind set on something she became an unstoppable force, forging ahead.

Addicted to the small comfort I felt when I centered myself and concentrated on creating something beautiful.

People who say they don't have enough patience to knit are precisely those who could most improve their lives by learning how!" —Sally Melville

the best instructional programs help students master a subject by encouraging attentiveness, demanding hard work, and reinforcing learned skills through repetition.

A lazy brain does no one any good.

Martha's hands were steady. Her mind was focused. Her heart was starting to race. In an atmosphere charged with great expectations and high emotion, yet underlined with a respectful dose of healthy concern, her spirit trembled with anticipation. With years of experience to guide her, she knew that soon—very, very soon—she would bear witness to life's greatest

As he expressed these ideas he followed them with his eyes, watching them gallop away to the place where they made sense.

read until his focus loosened and the lines of text divided into duplicates and floated on the page.

Goals provide the energy source that powers our lives. One of the best ways we can get the most from the energy we have is to focus it. That is what goals can do for us; concentrate our energy.

The trick, Teddy had long since learned, was to stay busy and stay focused. They couldn't catch you if you didn't stop running.

Do what you have to do, to do what you want to do!

Goals on the road to achievement cannot be achieved without discipline and consistency.

To live with meaning is to have the right focus in life. That focus cannot be obsessions, attachments, or hobbies. It must be people, because the love you put into your personal relationships comes back to you many times over. This is the real message of the story. Never allow yourself to become the horse lover. Follow the Tao to become who you really want to be—the people lover.

Jesus said in Matthew 6:33, "Seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you." The way of the world is to go about and grab everything in sight. The world makes material possessions – food, clothing, money, houses, cars – its objective. But in this new life, if you make the will of God your objective, God will add these things. That saves a lot of worry if you know that God is the One doing the adding.

God is not a diversion.

You cannot hold on to two things. If you use two hands to hold two things, the strength would be half. So it is best to let go of one and hold on tightly to the other.

He realizes finally that the boy he's been watching snap his board into the air, then neatly touch down- long, black, gleaming hair, pale white skin- is Felice. He didn't know she'd learned how to skateboard. He's never seen her like this before- so intently focused and content- her beauty beside the point, merely part of the catalog of effects- speed, balance, daring. He admires her athletic form and feels moved in some unexpected way.

He shook his head, absorbed in one of his feats of memory, those brief periods of scholastic rapture where he lost touch with the world around him, absorbed completely in conjuring up knowledge from all its sources.

I mean to take my time about it, aye?

Watch a good movie sometime without reference to what's happening but only with attention to how it was photographed; you'll see the change of focus—zoom in, pan out, close-up on face, fade to black, open from above—easily. You want to do that in what you write; it's one of the things that keep people's eyes on the page, though they're almost never conscious of it.

Act as though this one patient is the only person in the world—because to do otherwise is to lose that one, too. One at a time, that's all you can do. And you learn not to despair over all the ones you can't help, but only to do what you can.

She saw it, and an extraordinary change came over her. She seemed scarcely to move, and yet all at once, her whole person was focused on Myers. No white showed around her eyes; they were black and fathomless, shining in the firelight. She was still short and heavy, but with only the slightest change of posture, depth of bosom and width of hip were emphasized, suddenly curved in a promise of lewd abundance. Myers swallowed, audibly.

remained on hands and knees, eyes narrowed thoughtfully

slowly from the fire to her son, then snapped abruptly, focusing on the two little boys, who