Quotes About Focus

What one has, one ought to use; and whatever he does, he should do with all his might.

This did not prevent him from going to print shop every morning and working as conscientiously as ever, following the advice of Yochanan ben Zakkai: 'If you are planting an olive tree when you learn that the Messiah has come, finish planting the olive tree and then go to greet the messiah.

You can think clearly only with your clothes on.

We lived, as usual by ignoring. Ignoring isn't the same as ignorance, you have to work at it.

As you ramble on through life, Brother, Whatever be your goal, Keep your eye upon the doughnut, And not upon the hole.

Ignoring isn't the same as ignorance, you have to work at it.

Don't cry anymore, she tells herself. Just do one thing at a time. Get from hour to hour and day to day like a frog jumping on lily pads.

What else can I do? Once you've gone this far you aren't fit for anything else. Something happens to your mind. You're overqualified, overspecialized, and everybody knows it.

When you focus on details like this - close up, really clear, totally useless - you know you're in shock

She wasn't stupid. She just didn't want to put her neuron power into long sentences.

I began to forget myself in the middle of sentences.

What he really wanted was revenge. But against whom, and for what? Even if he had the energy for it, even if he could focus and aim, such a thing would be less than useless.

They were concentrating first on the others. They got them more or less under control before they started in on everybody else.

We lived, as usual, by ignoring. Ignoring isn't the same as ignorance, you have to work at it.

We lived, as usual, by ignoring. Ignoring isn't the same as ignorance, you have to work at it. Nothing

I have enough daily bread, so I won't waste time on that. It isn't the main problem. The problem is getting it down without choking on it.

Don't cry any more, she tells herself. Just do one thing at a time. Get from hour to hour and day to day like a frog jumping lily pads.

I try not to think too much. Like other things now, thought must be rationed.

Like stage magic, knowledge before you knew it took place before your very eyes, but you were looking elsewhere.

Backward glances are not encouraged.

The pain gave me something definite to think about, something immediate. It was something to hold onto.

I hardly hear them any more because I hardly listen.

How did she end up in this madhouse? By putting one foot in front of the other and never taking her eyes off her feet. You could end up anywhere that way.

There were the garden shears, the knitting needles; the world is full of weapons if you're looking for them. I should have paid attention