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

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.

You know how advice is. You only want it if it agrees with what you wanted to do anyway.

The true art of memory is the art of attention.

You tend to feel very hurt when people attack you and feel indifferent when you get praise. You think, ‚Of course they like it. They should like it.‘

No one ever told me I was pretty when I was a little girl. All little girls should be told they’re pretty, even if they aren’t.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.

Every man, and for stronger reasons, every artist, wants to be recognized. So do I.

It’s not bragging if you can back it up.

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

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.

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

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.

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

No matter how happily a woman may be married, it always pleases her to discover that there is a nice man who wishes that she were not.

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.

It’s cool to be recognised by your peers.

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.

Feeling like you’re respected among the people who do the same thing you do is incredible and necessary.

No one wants advice – only corroboration.

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.

It is wonderful to have someone praise you, to be desired.

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

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.

It doesn’t matter how beautiful your theory is, it doesn’t matter how smart you are. If it doesn’t agree with experiment, it’s wrong.

In whatever adulation you get, there’s truth and there’s not truth. And wherever they dog you, and they say it was horrible – there’s truth and there’s not truth. It’s human nature to like to read the adulation more.

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.

If we could give every individual the right amount of nourishment and exercise, not too little and not too much, we would have found the safest way to health.

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 free world must not prove itself worthy of its own past.

We cannot live being obsessed with what other people think about us. It’s impossible to live like that. Not even God managed to please the entire world.

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

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.

People wonder aloud about whether I am an okay mother. That is obviously painful because it’s so important to me. It’s hard to hear that people think I’m not a capable mother and a good person, that they just think I’m nuts.

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.

Bread without flesh is a good diet, as on many botanical excursions I have proved. Tea also may easily be ignored. Just bread and water and delightful toil is all I need – not unreasonably much, yet one ought to be trained and tempered to enjoy life in these brave wilds in full independence of any particular kind of nourishment.

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

It is always good to know which ideas cannot be checked directly, but it is not necessary to remove them all. It is not true that we can pursue science completely by using only those concepts which are directly subject to experiment.

Success in life is founded upon attention to the small things rather than to the large things; to the every day things nearest to us rather than to the things that are remote and uncommon.

The last thing you want is to not be recognized for all of the hard work you put in.

Being acknowledged for your work is always a great accomplishment, whether it’s people in my city, kids in the street, all the way up to the Grammys.

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

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.

People who want the most approval get the least and people who need approval the least get the 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.

It feels good to have your work respected again.

I don’t measure my success anymore by the Grammys. I can’t because I’ll just end up crushed.

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

Meditation is a state of mind which looks at everything with complete attention, totally, not just parts of it. And no one can teach you how to be attentive. If any system teaches you how to be attentive, then you are attentive to the system, and that is not attention.

Whatever position I occupied, it was the result of colleagues – of my comrades in the movement – who had decided in their wisdom to use me for the purpose of focusing the attention of the country and the international community on me.

Art was, seriously, the only thing I’d ever wanted to own. It has always been for me a stable nourishment. I use it. It can change the way that I feel in the mornings.

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

It undoubtedly feels nice when you are being appreciated and you get complimented by girls. Who doesn’t like that? Having said that, I don’t take it as any pressure.

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.

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

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

Give whatever you are doing and whoever you are with the gift of your attention.

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.

The artist part of me always wants to be appreciated. I read every review. But I never wanted to seek validation by awards or anything controlled by politics.

To this day, some of my closest friends say, ‚Gaga, you know, everything’s great. You’re a singer; your dreams have come true.‘ But, still, when certain things are said to you over and over again as you’re growing up, it stays with you and you wonder if they’re true.

When you have good friends you’ve been around, every time they talk, you don’t give them your full attention. You don’t look them in the eye and stop. Half the time, you’re listening, half the time, you are ignoring them.