Starved For Attention Quotes & Sayings

There is nothing else for you to do but to truly love and nourish the emotionally and spiritually starved parts of you that are crying out for your attention. Are you loving all of yourself? — Debbie Ford

There is no pressure on me, I can take a lot of risks in the coming weeks. I feel free to ski the way I decide on race-day because the overall title was not my main target this winter. — Hermann Maier

All because I wanted a hug. Jeez, what kind of attention-starved female am I? — Pippa DaCosta

Men who hit do so because they can...someplace they enjoy or need to humiliate another. There is no love in violence, only control and domination. — Na'ama Yehuda

Innovators find more viewing spots than the rest. — Pearl Zhu

Those who see any difference between soul and body have neither — Oscar Wilde

Being creative is good for the mind... I write because I don't want to take Prozac! — Flossy Abraham

The hardest thing to judge is what level of risk is safe. — George Soros

Capitalism presumes that apart from our rational insight we possess a traditional endowment of morals, which has been tested by evolution but not designed by our intelligence. — Friedrich Hayek

Naturally the U.S. trails in gold medals because every time we win one, we hand it over to the Chinese to pay off our debt. — Stephen Colbert

People who feed off chaos are hungry for attention and starved spiritually. Their appetite for dysfunction is insatiable. Don't allow them to feast off the blessings God prepared for YOU. — Carlos Wallace

Instead of feeding the memories with resistance, I starved them with acceptance. I denied them the attention they demanded. I refused to give my abuser that kind of power over me. The monsters under my bed would be there by invitation only. — Dennis Randall

When I am with my mother's people, I realize I have a lot to unlearn. I look to them to uncomplicated my notions of Tibet and Tibetans. They know where they are from; they live on the land. This assurance does not come in the same way to those of us in exile who experience a lack of certainty for is it not from the land that we get a sense of stability? Those of us born in exile inherit Tibet by inhabiting the memories of our elders. — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa

I have told myself you are not allowed to hurt me anymore. That's what hurts the most. — Pleasefindthis

THE THOUGHTFUL LOVER Deny yourself all half things. Have it or leave it. But it will keep - or it is not worth the having. Never start anything you can't finish - However do not lose faith because you are starved! She loves you she says. Believe it - tomorrow. But today the particulars of poetry that difficult art require your whole attention. — William Carlos Williams

Since I was a kid - youngest of five kids - I've always been starved for attention, like 'Look at me! Look at me! Look what I can do!' — Brendon Urie

When someone wants something then they should be aware that they are taking a risk. But this is precisely what makes life interesting. — Paulo Coelho

Do you love her?"
"Yeah."
"And that's a bad thing?"
"Because relationships end."
"What?"
"If I don't tell Aly how I feel, we'll stay friends. I can handle that. Friendship is real. It lasts, and it's safe."
"Loving someone, being loved ... it's worth the pain of losing them. — Rachel Harris

He never should have left the island. He'd been there with Diana and Penny. He could have tossed Penny off a cliff and been fine on the island. Decent food, a beautiful mansion, electricity, and a soft bed with Diana in it.
What had he been thinking, leaving the island?
He missed Diana busting him. He missed her snarky voice. He missed her eye rolls and that skeptical look she had where she'd half close her eyes and look at him like he was too dumb to merit her full attention. He'd have killed, or at least injured, anyone else who treated him like that. But she wasn't anyone else.
He missed her hair. Her neck. Her breasts.
She understood him. She loved him, in her own way. And if he had listened to her, he'd still be on the island. Somehow he would have found some fuel to keep the lights on there. Probably. And the food would have run out and then they'd have starved, but hey, this was the FAYZ, where all you could really hope to do was delay the pain. — Michael Grant

Self-examination is the process of accountability to your soul ... It is far better to "become" your truth than to speak your truth. Self-examination is the practice of becoming your truth. — Caroline Myss

My name's not Jerry," he grumbled, raising his head.
"I know, but it's the only way I can get your attention, kid."
"What did you want?" Japhet muttered.
"I said, do you have a girl?"
Japhet squinted at him and rubbed his nose.
"A girl?" he asked.
"Yeah. You do know what a girl is, don't you? Female version of the male? Whole lot prettier. Sweet temperament. Heard they're great for marrying. Thought a handsome, half starved and nearly dead Jew like you would have one of those by now. — Jack Lewis Baillot

Someday your life will be over, no matter how much attention you give to your health. Will you look back with regret, because you nourished your body but starved your soul? — Billy Graham

I nod and smile and smile and nod, and when she turns away, I form a gun with my hand, place it to my temple, and pull the trigger. This girl is starved for attention. It's amazing to me when people are totally unaware of how bad they are at socializing. — Victoria Scott

Simplicity itself. Skin, debone, demarrow, scarify, melt, render down and destroy. Every adjective that counted, every verb that moved, every metaphor that weighed more than a mosquito
out! Every simile that would have made sub-moron's mouth twitch
gone! Any aside that explained the two-bit philosophy of a first-rate writer
lost!
Every story slenderized, starved, bluepenciled, leeched and bled white, resembled every other story. Twain read like Poe read Shakespeare read like Dostoevsky read like
in the finale
Edgar Guest. Every word of more than three syllables had been razored. Every image that demanded so much as one instant's attention
shot dead. — Ray Bradbury