Quotes About Focus

The content of your awareness is less important than the quality of the awareness

Think of yourself in a concert hall listening to the strains of the sweetest music when you suddenly remember that you forgot to lock your car. You are anxious about the car, you cannot walk out of the hall and you cannot enjoy the music. There you have a perfect image of life as it is lived by most human beings.

The great Chinese sage Tranxu puts it marvelously: "When the archer shoots for nothing, he has all his skill. When he shoots for a brass buckle, he is already nervous. When he shoots for a prize of gold, he goes blind. He's out of his mind. He sees two targets. His skill has not changed. But the prize divides him. He cares. He thinks more of winning than of shooting. And the need to win drains him of power.

ibas a ser ejecutado dentro de una semana, tu mente se centraría exclusivamente en ello, y no podrías pensar en otra cosa.

Si quieres verlas tal como ellas son, debes prestar atención a tus apegos y a los miedos que tales apegos engendran. Porque, cuando encaras la vida, son esos apegos y esos miedos los que deciden qué es lo que tienes que ver y lo que tienes que ignorar. Y sea cual sea lo que veas, ello va a absorber tu atención.

To men like that, time was a surfeit, a barrel they watched slowly drain. When really, he thinks, it's a glowing puddle you carry in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it. Fighting for it. Working so hard not to spill one single drop.

Whoever says adults are better at paying attention than children is wrong: we're too busying filtering out the world, focusing on some task or another, paying no attention. Our kids are the ones discovering new contents all day long.

His mind, while he works, is almost quiet, almost calm. This is an act of memory.

She takes no notice of him; she seems to know nothing but the morning.

Every small, concurrent event had slowed down and assumed an excruciating clarity.

Silence is the fruit of occupation.

Something other than ghosts on which his mind can fix.

with a prodigious curiosity but little perseverance.

each day working more frenetically than the last, as if against some deadline known only to him.

not shifting so the desk frame doesn't go screek screek, not breathing so he doesn't smell any smells, but sweat is trickling down his ribs, and Wesley Ohman keeps opening and closing the Velcro on his left shoe, and Tony Molinari's lips are going poppoppop, and Mrs. Onegin is writing a huge, terrible A-M-E-R-I-C- on the whiteboard, the marker tip rasping and squeaking, the classroom clock ticktickticking, and all these sounds race into his head like hornets into a nest.

I do bad at school because sometimes I think when I should be learning.

All morning I lay down sentences, erase them, and try new ones. Soon enough, when things go well, the world around me dwindles: the sky out the window, the furious calm of the big umbrella pine ten feet away, the smell of dust falling onto the hot bulb in the lamp. That's the miracle of writing, the place you try to find--when the room, your body, and even time itself cooperate in a vanishing act.

The focus for any trouble would be Agrippa Postumus, the last male representative of the Julian

Something more serious, though, was taking place in his personality: a gradual and growing loss of focus.

There are problems and there are children. It is our aim to separate the two.

It's none of my business, but sometimes you can spend so much time chasing something that you lose everything else while you're about it.

One car behind him. Two

I'm not going to get any

You'd have thought he would have an opinion about something – the weather, the government, the earthquake in Fukushima, the marriage of Prince William. But he never talked about anything except the matter in hand.