Solitude led to retrospective thinking, and if the past is what you are trying to get away from, then constant distractions in the present are needed.
I’d find someone else. No distractions. Men get in the way of ambition. Plus, they laugh at you when you fail
You remind me of someone with a bad toothache who's hitting herself in the head with a hammer to distract herself from the pain in her mouth.
Not much could have distracted me from coffee, but hearing Julius Caesar quoted at Spencer’s certainly did.
I imagine that one of the biggest troubles with colleges is there are too many distractions, too much panty-raiding, fraternities, and boola-boola and all of that.
What happens when you get to the age of 60 is that you have no more doubts. I know why I'm here on this planet. I know what I need to do. I know what is a distraction and what isn't.
If you dream of something worth doing and then simply go to work on it and don't think anything of personalities, or emotional conflicts, or of money, or of family distractions; it is amazing how quickly you get through those 5,000 steps.
What good is there in being blind, you ask? Well, maybe it's to see the beauty on the inside without being vainly distracted, or superficially blinded, by the ugly on the outside.
We are assumed to be rather hopeless -- swallowed up by incorrect notions, divorced from the original genius with which we are born, lost within days of living this distracting life.
For a moment I was distracted. Books always did that to me... I liked the creamy pages, the smell of ink, all the secrets locked inside.
I feel incendiary, a wildfire. My spirit licks at the gates of a very elaborate, customized, and distracting emotional Hades.
We were made to be distracted by life, by story.
Leaving knots untied and scattering seeds to distract them will only work on vampires with OCD.
She's pretty in a way that distracts me just like she did in the Skiz ring. No, pretty's not the right word. Beautiful.
An active mind didn't need distractions in its physical environment. It needed a collection of outstanding books and a good lamp. Maybe some cheese and crackers.
If the real world were a book, it would never find a publisher. Overlong, detailed to the point of distraction-and ultimately, without a major resolution.
Slow down. Make a point of revisiting passages that seem especially rich, or especially confusing, or for that matter especially offensive.
Often, on the brink of finding the recipe for immortality, I get distracted by the frightful presence of death.
They were perfectly suited. They would speak of books the livelong day and night and bore everyone else but themselves to distraction.
Are men like babies? Is trying to distract them a better tactic than asking them to behave reasonably?
What you see is not what wee se. What you see is distracted by memory, by being who you are, all this time, for all these years.
