Quotes About Disturbance

I hate it when people come up to me when I'm eating.

Whenever you take a step forward, you are bound to disturb something.

Malina: calm the commotion. Disturb the calm. Me: (doltente, Molto Mosso) But when will the time finally come to accomplish this, when can I do and do nothing more, all at once? When will the time come when I can find time for that? When will it be time to stop all false differentiation and categorization, to stop false fear and suffering, senseless empathy, this constant, senseless pondering and musing! (Una corda) I want to think my way out slowly. (Tutte le corde) Is that the way it is?

You are about to begin reading Italo Calvino's new novel, If on a Winter's Night a Traveller. Relax. Concentrate. Dispel every other thought. …Tell the others right away, "No, I don't want to watch TV!… I'm reading! I don't want to be disturbed!

Telephones ringing at night are important.

She was so scared that she actually went out and bought a siren to get her up in the morning. Even though that helped her, she had made all of her neighbors mad at her, and now she was threatened with eviction from her condominium.

I'm not going to let people get away with either a dishonest or inaccurate premise to what we're talking about because I think that does the viewer a disturbance.

Think about George Orwell's three-minute hate from the novel '1984' and how that left everyone sort of exhausted and able to live their boring humdrum lives. If our lives are going to continue being unfulfilled and boring, perhaps we do need some sort of short-term violent chaos incorporated into them, to make them more palatable.

We have, for whatever the reason, disturbed people... who sometimes do terrible, violent things, and sometimes those of us who serve in elected positions are the target.

Now I understand that this passion for pain, even in the torture of martyrdom, represents the haste and impatience to no longer be interrupted and disturbed by the evil that can come from this side (meaning this life).

It is impossible to say precisely what will constitute the punishment of the wicked. Positively, it may be said that they will be totally deprived of the divine favor, will experience an endless disturbance of life, will suffer positive pains in body and soul, and will be subject to pangs of conscience, anguish, despair, and weeping and gnashing of teeth.

the Agitation.

But touch a solemn truth in collision with a dogma ... and you will soon find you have disturbed a nest, and the hornets will swarm about your eyes and hand, and fly into your face and eyes.

1. Self-image disturbance. 2. Difficulty identifying and expressing one's individuated thoughts, wishes and feelings and autonomously regulating self-esteem. 3. Difficulty with self-assertion.

Did you know that the heart has no pain receptors? So the next time someone breaks you heart, move on. Your pain is just an illusion, a temporary psychological disturbance that you have to overcome. In short, it's all in the mind.

When I put on headphones, it seems like suddenly everybody wants to fu..ing talk.

The world used us as an excuse to go mad.

We all go a little mad sometimes.

If you get into emotions, then it disturbs your work. Sometimes you focus on what's less important and not the main thing.

any number of peas under the mattress and I would not know it—

I thought nothing. The surface of my mind was perfectly still. But under the surface there was a shifting and a stirring. I felt the great swell of the undercurrent. For years a wreck had sat in the depths, a rusting vessel with its cargo of bones. Now it shifted. I had disturbed it, and it created a turbulence that lifted clouds of sand from the seabed, motes of grit swirling wildly in the dark disturbed water.

It's hard to be beautiful. You have an obligation to people. You almost become public property. You can lose yourself and get almost mentally disturbed on just the public nature of being beautiful. Don't think I haven't thought about it. You can get completely lost in that whole dumb mess. And anyway who's to say what's beautiful and what's ugly?

Remember, the greatest enemy our business faces is the same enemy that good stories face: noise.

I slept all day, face down in the pillow, a comfortable dead-man's float only remotely disturbed by a chill undertow of reality—talk, footsteps, slamming doors—which threaded fitfully through the dark, blood-warm waters of dream.