2,786 Quotes About Attention

A compassionate heart radiates rays of beauty that remove the clouds of million hearts.

THE SILENT PEOPLESome people are so rude,Living their lives with no concern for others,Or possibly just intent on pissing other people off-Annoying everyone around them.The silent people-Want to kill them-And drive forks into their skulls-Create weapons of extreme torture-And scream from the top of their lungs-"SHUT UP."But words are not spoken-And attention is not given.Though annoyance is apparent,The annoying keep on living.

They don't understand the type of world we're living in now, all those menaced souls clamouring for attention and recognition.

How is it that some celebrities, whom the average person would believe to have all the popularity a human being could want, still admit to feeling lonely? It is quite naive to assume that popularity is the remedy for loneliness. Loneliness does not necessarily equal physical solitude, it is the inability to be oneself and rightfully represented as oneself.

The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us the less taste we shall have for the destruction of our race. Wonder and humility are wholesome emotions, and they do not exist side by side with a lust for destruction.{Speech accepting the John Burroughs Medal}

A great many people confuse attention with admiration, they think a stunt is an achievement and misbehavior a declaration of independence.

Forgiveness doesn't necessarily free you, because in the real scheme of things you are already free, and you are freedom itself in your God-like nature: forgiveness liberates your attention from what doesn't serve you so that you can utilize it for what does.

Don't ever stop believing in your own transformation. It is still happening even on days you may not realize it or feel like it.

I'm fine. I'm fine, he says, and fine, fine repeats in his head as he escapes back into the chill. Around him, a spin of bodies in dark coats, tapping thumbs on pads, pressing phones to heads, settling buds into ear canals, projecting an invisible shield of music as they move through the crowd, digital companionship warmer than the bodies around them. Every soul on the street is sunk within its body. Sometimes Bit imagines that he, alone, bears witness to the world.