Quotes About Concentration

With limited time or opportunity to experiment, we intentionally narrow our choices to those at the top.

Focus is a choice. The runner who is concentrating on how much his left toe hurts will be left in the dust by the runner who is focusing on winning. Even if the winner's toe hurts just as much. Hurt, of course, is a matter of perception. Most of what we think about is. We have a choice about where to aim the lens of our attention.

Organize your project, your life, and your organization around the minimum. What's the smallest market you can survive on?

The art of concentration is a continual letting go. We let go of what is inessential or distracting. We let go of a thought or a feeling, not because we are afraid of it or because we can't bear to acknowledge it as a part of our experience; but, because it is UNNECESSARY.

Meditation may be done in silence & stillness, by using voice & sound, or by engaging the body in movement. All forms emphasize the training of attention.

Meditation is essentially training our attention so that we can be more aware— not only of our own inner workings but also of what's happening around us in the here & now.

All forms of meditation strengthen & direct our attention through the cultivation of three key skills: concentration, mindfulness & compassion or lovingkindness.

It's important to be aware of how multitasking can stimulate us into mindlessness, giving the illusion of productivity while stealing our focus and harming performance. "When you are walking, walk. When you are sitting, sit," is ancient wisdom.

Concentration Attention Multitasking Boredom Procrastination

When your attention is diffuse, it's like a broad, weak beam of light that doesn't reveal much. Concentration brings the weak beam down to a single, sharply focused, supremely bright, exponentially more illuminating point.

Of course, it would help if she could stay focused, but she had the attention span of a sick flea.' (Sunshine)

It's not enough simply to record the way people actually talk. The dialogue must be concentrated, shaped, dramatically moving, in a way that real-life conversation seldom is.

I see," said Will. But Halt shook his head. "No. All too often, you don't see, because you don't maintain your concentration. You'll have to work on that." Will said nothing. He merely accepted the criticism. He'd learned by now that Halt didn't criticize without reason. And when there was reason, no amount of excuses could save him.

Before you shoot your arrow, see it fly a thousand times in your mind.

According to Zen legend, when a visitor asked the fifteenth-century master Ikkyu to write down a maxim of "the highest wisdom," Ikkyu wrote one word: "Attention." The visitor asked, irritably, "Is that all?" This time, Ikkyu wrote two words: "Attention. Attention.

There's no room for anything else. You forget that you're tired or cold or hungry. You forget that banged-up knee and your aching tooth. You forget the past, and you forget that there's such a thing as a future.

Studies show that a person who is interrupted takes 50 percent longer to accomplish a task. Not only that, he or she makes up to 50 percent more errors.

To put it bluntly, research shows that we can't multitask. We are biologically incapable of processing attention-rich inputs simultaneously.

had him pegged as one kind of person—he had just ended his second term on the Iowa City school board; he was encouraging his mother, Milly, to move into a retirement community but she was having none of it—he would pull out a surprise. Like the way he stroked behind my knee in a spot so sweet and sensitive, I had a hard time concentrating. We anchored off of Little Cinnamon because the cliff above was undeveloped so no one would be spying on us with binoculars

They make a king out of the servant and separate themselves from their true being. They force their higher self into exile, into the unconscious. The intellect causes this separation, and by means of concentration exercises and a purposeful effort to become conscious and aware, the intellect can be an instrument by which we get out of this separation and back to our true self.

The pain was vast. He lay back, balling his fists against his eyes, and concentrated on breathing. His leg throbbed; the pain paled and ebbed while he outwaited it.

The twist of her mouth revealed what she thought of that idea. It made Lisa restrain a smile: it was also Katya's moue, and Lisa's son Julian made the same face when he was concentrating.

I couldn't hold a thought. I couldn't accomplish a task without being distracted. And I couldn't keep my temper at all.

He coded like some people danced, glitter-eyed concentration and confident grace and never a hesitation.