Quotes About Focus

As I began my life as a bookkeeper, I learned to have great respect for figures and facts, no matter how small they were.… I had a passion for detail which afterward I was forced to strive to modify.

The final exercise (according to documents obtained by WikiLeaks—Haggis refused to talk about it) was "Go out to a park, train station or other busy area. Practice placing an intention into individuals until you can successfully and easily place an intention into or on a Being and/or a body.

Despair and idleness are dangerous companions in any culture, and it was inevitable that the young would search for a hero who could voice their longing for change and provide a focus for their rage.

an old Zen proverb: "When the master points at the Moon, many people never see it at all, they only look at the master.

People who wear glasses, without them they always look unfocused, vulnerable. Out in the open. A layer removed.

Nothing of value was ever achieved in the morning.

Don't aim for the middle of the body, which is easier to defend; aim high for the head or low for the knees.

Look, don't see, listen, don't hear. The more you engage, the longer you survive.

Staring isn't difficult. I can do it all day long. Without blinking, if I want to, which is sometimes painful, but always useful. The trick is to not really look at them, but to focus ten yards beyond, on nothing, which produces a glassy effect, which makes them worry, mostly about what's going on behind your empty eyes.

the only way to keep fear and panic at bay was to concentrate ruthlessly on the job at hand.

a yard and left, Dave," he said. O'Donnell was like a blind man. His eyes were tight on the two guys

No jokes, no banter. No pre-mission

again. He had crashed through the barrier. He had stopped worrying and started relaxing. He was up on that plateau where you just did whatever needed doing. I knew that place.

I can't worry about something I can't change.

He drew back the string an extra inch. The arrowhead moved backward, the same inch, toward his hand, clenched tight around the grip. The bow curved harder. It sang with tension.

Easy. Just start counting. One, two, three, four, five, six. And so on. You don't hit a letter A until you get to a hundred and one. You can even do it real fast and still get nowhere near ninety-nine inside a minute.

watching, both

We don't have a Plan B.

screaming at myself to listen to what I'd learned through thirteen hard years. The shorter the time, the cooler you've got to be. If you've only got one shot, you've got to make it count. You can't afford to miss because you screwed up the planning. Or because you ran out of blood sugar and got sick and dizzy in the small hours of the morning. So I forced the eggs down and drank

I was watching the minute hand, intently. It wasn't moving. I waited. It moved. It jumped ahead six degrees.

The shorter the time, the cooler you have got to be. If you've got only one shot, you've got to make it count. You can't afford to miss because you screwed up the planning.

Elizabeth Castle looked up from her screen and focused on nothing much, as if running through a number of possible scenarios, and the consequent next steps in all the different circumstances, starting, Reacher assumed, with him being an idiot and getting the town wrong, in which case the next step would be to get rid of him, no doubt politely, but also no doubt expeditiously.

smaller, wirier, boiled down to

The car kept on coming. The train kept on coming. Vectoring in. Collision course.