Concentration Difficulties Quotes

There were a lot of distractions in Baltimore, and I think they were a problem for me.

I really feel like if they'd have let me just pace in the back of the classroom while the teacher was talking, I'd have done much better. I have to move. But you know, that's disruptive for the class, and as a result, there was a ripple effect of having to sit still that found its way into every aspect of my life.

I'm twitchy. I think I've got ADD. I find it hard to sit down. I need to be constantly challenged; otherwise, I get very... well, I guess 'bored' is the word.

I had six or seven documented concussions, so I had a lot more than that. But I feel fine.

When you think about it, attention-deficit order makes a lot of sense. In this country there isn't a lot worth paying attention to.

Everyone I know has attention deficit, and they say it with great pride. It's a bad time to be right.

I'm so ADD.

I have extreme ADD.

I think that when you're depressed, you can't concentrate long enough and well enough to read for the most part; some people can, but by and large people - that's one of the first things that goes, is the capacity to read meaningful literature. With grief, that's not true. For a while you can't read, but then you really are amenable to solace.

The kid in me has ADD.

'Deal or No Deal' works nicely with my ADD/ADHD symptoms. I show up, meet the contestants, and move around the set. I'm not stuck behind a pedestal reading trivia questions. I've always had problems sitting still and listening for long periods of time. The show spares me these challenges. I can live in the moment. It's like a standup act.

I can multitask like crazy. I'm riddled with ADD - a blessing and a curse.

I was way too hyperactive to study for long. I would freak out, then crash, then be too tired to read or write. I really should have had less sugar.

One of my personality defects, perhaps, is that I'm rather ADD, and I work on a bunch of things at once.

It's hard to describe what it's like to live with a concussion. You want to enjoy things like you used to, but you can't. You wake up in the morning and wonder how you're going to feel that day: What will my reactions be like? Will I have a headache? Will I have to triple check to see if I unplugged the flat iron?

I've got ADHD, and my whole life, people thought I was some kind of troublemaker because I had all this energy.

I struggle as a writer, and I'm convinced that if I was at school now, I'd be termed as having ADS. Two minutes and I'm drifting.

Many of depression's symptoms - exhaustion, insomnia, nausea, headaches, weight loss, weight gain - are physical ailments.

As Americans, which I suffer from myself, we have ADD.

I have a very competent case of ADD.

It's hard for me to sit still.

I used to drum on the table at school. I think a handful of my school reports say that they thought I might have some kind of ADD because I was making sounds. I was far from being an ADD child. I was actually quite quiet and well-behaved. But I used to drum on things.

Being tired doesn't necessarily make me grumpy but I do find it incredibly hard to focus or get anything done.

I respect people that find writing easy, because I have focus problems. I'll spend five days eating cereal and YouTubing and two hours writing the article.

I have ADD. I can't pay attention to one thing too long.