Software options proliferate extremely easily – too easily, in fact – because too many options create tools that can’t ever be used intuitively. Intuitive actions confine the detail work to a dedicated part of the brain, leaving the rest of one’s mind free to respond with attention and sensitivity to the changing texture of the moment.

Younger scientists are extremely sensitive to the moral implications of all they do.

I’ve always felt like there was a lot of hype around me even when there wasn’t. I felt like everyone was talking about me even when no one was talking about me.

Thought can be so seductive and hypnotic that it absorbs your attention totally, so you become your thoughts.

The postman wants an autograph. The cab driver wants a picture. The waitress wants a handshake. Everyone wants a piece of you.

We cannot be more sensitive to pleasure without being more sensitive to pain.

Social media can be very effective in creating movements. In the beginning, that is how I first got attention.

Oh, I’ve always been very… Emotional. ‚Hypersensitive‘ is what they call it, I think.

I don’t really read a lot of newspapers. I don’t pay attention to what is being said or written about me. I’ve had lots of experiences in the past when I got too much into it. That sort of diverts your focus.

I love the attention but I don’t like too much of it.

The book salesman should be honored because he brings to our attention, as a rule, the very books we need most and neglect most.

Those parts of history that would undermine the vision of the Left – which prevails in our education system from elementary school to postgraduate study – are not likely to get much attention.

I think there ought to be some serious discussion by smart people, really smart people, about whether or not proliferation of things like The Smoking Gun and TMZ and YouTube and the whole celebrity culture is healthy.

In this business you have to develop a thick skin, but I’m always going to feel everything. It’s my nature.

Kids are watching us. I experience it every single day. They hang on my every word, what I wear, what I say.

Guys need attention. They need that nourishment, that little stroke of the ego that gets them by every now and then.

The true art of memory is the art of attention.

An actor is supposed to be a sensitive instrument.

I think ‚Dirty Harry‘ was probably sensitive toward the victims of violent crime.

The simple act of paying attention can take you a long way.

Sometimes a nickname is used instead of the real name. But a nickname may offend either the one named or the parents who gave the name.

An actor is supposed to be a sensitive instrument. Isaac Stern takes good care of his violin. What if everybody jumped on his violin?

I love people talking about me; I love anybody just looking at me.

I’m not generally a sensitive person, but I tend to be more sensitive toward others and what they’re going through. I don’t know if that’s the healthiest thing, but it’s the truth.

I don’t have time to be lonely. And I get fearful of relationships because I feel guilty about wanting someone to be completely faithful and loyal, when I can’t even give them 10 percent of the attention that they need. It’s just the reality of my time, my life, my schedule.

How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself anything less than a god.

When the people we love stop paying attention, trust begins to slip away and hurt starts seeping in.

I think some of my colleagues‘ spicier lines are distracting. They draw attention away from what the justice is trying to say.

When we talk about understanding, surely it takes place only when the mind listens completely – the mind being your heart, your nerves, your ears – when you give your whole attention to it.

There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.

Never ask anyone over 70 how they feel. They’ll tell you.

Considering their impact, you might expect mosquitoes to get more attention than they do. Sharks kill fewer than a dozen people every year, and in the U.S. they get a week dedicated to them on TV every year.

Without exercise, I don’t feel like my head works right.

Musicians are there in front of you, and the spectators sense their tension, which is not the case when you’re listening to a record. Your attention is more relaxed. The emotional aspect is more important in live music.

I have a form of Parkinson’s disease, which I don’t like. My legs don’t move when my brain tells them to. It’s very frustrating.

Once people are aware of your presence, and perhaps vaguely intrigued, you need to stir their interest before it settles on someone else.

I’m very sensitive. I remember, as a kid at school, if someone in the classroom was sad or angry, it could have a great impact on me.

All I can say is I am sensitive to discrimination on any basis because I have experienced that upset.

The point about melody and beat and lyric is that they exist to engage you in a very particular way. They want to occupy your attention.

I have the habit of attention to such excess, that my senses get no rest – but suffer from a constant strain.

Some like to think that a keen appreciation of art can actually make us better people – more just, more moral, more sensitive, more understanding. Perhaps that is true – in certain rare, isolated cases.

I am the center of attention in my job every single day; the thought of a wedding to me is exhausting. Why would I put myself through that?

The willingness and ability to live fully in the now eludes many people. While eating your appetizer, don’t be concerned with dessert.

Occasionally I’ve seen children become heavy-handed and insensitive when dealing with their aging parents, and it only caused resentment and hard feelings.

This is the first age that’s ever paid much attention to the future, which is a little ironic since we may not have one.

If a subject excites us, if it stirs our deepest curiosity, or if we have to learn because the stakes are high, we pay much more attention. What we absorb sinks in.

Do not give in too much to feelings. A overly sensitive heart is an unhappy possession on this shaky earth.

There are strings in the human heart that had better not be vibrated.

A mother defends herself with a heart filled with love before doing so with words. I wonder whether there is any love for the church in the hearts of those who pay so much attention to the scandals.

It is usually the imagination that is wounded first, rather than the heart; it being much more sensitive.

In the normal flow of a conversation, our attention is divided. We hear parts of what other people are saying, in order to follow and keep the conversation going. At the same time, we’re planning what we’ll say next, some exciting story of our own.

As social animals we humans are very sensitive to our rank and position within any group. We can measure our status by the attention and respect we receive.

You know, my main reaction to this money thing is that it’s humorous, all the attention to it, because it’s hardly the most insightful or valuable thing that’s happened to me.

There isn’t any formula or method. You learn to love by loving – by paying attention and doing what one thereby discovers has to be done.

I was always making my friends laugh, but I never wanted the attention of the whole classroom.

Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.

Behold a worthy sight, to which the God, turning his attention to his own work, may direct his gaze. Behold an equal thing, worthy of a God, a brave man matched in conflict with evil fortune.

The sensitivity of men to small matters, and their indifference to great ones, indicates a strange inversion.

The country has come a long way in race relations, but the pendulum swings so far back. Everyone wants to be so sensitive.

I cry very easily. It can be a movie, a phone conversation, a sunset – tears are words waiting to be written.

I’ve got a terrible memory; it’s probably because I’m always concentrating on what I’m doing now.