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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

An actor is supposed to be a sensitive instrument.

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

I am not a particularly thick-skinned person.

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

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.

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

The true art of memory is the art of attention.

Pay attention, don’t let life go by you. Fall in love with the back of your cereal box.

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.

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 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?

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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