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“Distractions can make a day feel like an hour.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“We would rarely waste time if it were earned.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“As I indicated in an earlier chapter, it is so important to pause and think through some of these basic issues while you are young, before the pressures of job and family become distracting. Everyone must deal with the eternal questions sooner or later. You will benefit, I think, from doing that work now. As I said earlier, whether you are an atheist, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew, a New Ager, an agnostic, or a Christian, the questions confronting the human family are the same. Only the answers will differ.”
― James C. Dobson, Life on the Edge: The Next Generation's Guide to a Meaningful Future

“Then," I said, "suppose I did ask you?"
"Then," he said, "this."
And he closed his lips over mine.
He was my enemy. He was evil. He wasn't even human. I should have been disgusted, but just like the last time, I couldn't help myself any more than water could stop itself running downhill. I managed to slide a hand up his chest, get two keys off their strap, and clench my hand around them; then I dissolved into the feeling, and kissed him back just as eagerly.
It was nothing like kissing Shade. That had been like a dream that slowly enfolded me; this was like a battle or a dance. He took possession of my mouth and I took possession of his, and we held each other in a perilous, perfect balance like the circulation of the planets.”
― Rosamund Hodge, Cruel Beauty

“I'll spare you the escort duties tomorrow,' he said, shrugging as he walked to the cell door. 'But the night after, I expect you to be looking your finest.' He gave me a grin that suggested my finest wasn't very much at all. He paused by the door, but didn't dissolve into darkness. 'I've been thinking of ways to torment you when you come to my court. I'm wondering: Will assigning you to learn to read be as painful as it looked today?'

He vanished into shadow before I could launch myself at him.

I paced through my cell, scowling at the eye in my hand. I spat every curse I could at it, but there was no response.

It took me a long while to realise that Rhysand, whether he knew it or not, had effectively kept me from shattering completely.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Where the hell are you? I scanned around me, and found nothing but shadow and merry flame and books.

Two levels below.

And why are you two levels below? I shoved out of my chair, back aching in protest as I stormed for the walkway and rail beyond, then peered down into the gloom.

Sure enough, in a reading area two levels below, I could spy his dark hair and wings- could spy him leaning back in his chair before an identical desk, an ankle crossed over a knee. Smirking up at me. Because I can't work with you distracting me.

I scowled at him. I'm distracting you?

If you're sitting next to me, the last thing on my mind is reading dusty old books. Especially when you're in all that tight leather.

Pig.

His chuckle echoed up through the library amid the fluttering papers and scratching pens of the priestesses working throughout.
...
Two hours of work, he promised me, turning back to the table and flaring his wings- a veritable screen to block my view of him. And his view of me. Then we can play.

I gave him a vulgar gesture.

I saw that.

I did it again, and his laugh floated to me as I faced the books stacked before me and began to read.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I've cursed a lot of people.' Jacks reeled her in as he spoke, slowly tugging Evangeline towards him and trapping her bloody hand so that it was behind him as he leaned in closer and whispered, 'They don't all become villains, Little Fox.' His lips brushed hers, taunting, teasing.

'Stop trying to distract me,' she murmured.

'I'll never stop trying to distract you,' Jacks playfully nipped her lower lip and then he kissed her, far less playfully.

(Waterstones Exclusive Edition Alternate Ending).”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“That would make you a very pitiful saboteur who carries a knife for nonviolent purposes." His crimson cat eyes were laughing at me.
I smiled. "Then it's just as well that I'm not sorry. I wish I'd left you longer."
"Well, that's a pity." He leaned toward me. His collarbone was damp, and I realized suddenly that my dress still clung to me in pale, damp folds. "Because I had just been thinking of ways you could make it up to me."
He touched my chin with a finger. The air was still and hot in my throat.
Abruptly his hand dipped down to pull the key out of my bodice. He twirled it as he sat back, laughing, then hung it on one of the belts strapped across his chest.
"You--" I choked out. Then I lunged at his throat.
He blocked me easily with one arm, but we both tumbled over; he landed on his back with me on top of him.
"You see?" he said. "Not a good assassin.”
― Rosamund Hodge, Cruel Beauty

“Leaving the knitters behind, he strode down the aisle, dodging dogs—he would not be distracted by those adorable smiling pup faces and wagging tails, and oh, those floppy earsâ€� not now, Finn!”
― Chandra Blumberg, Stirring Up Love

“A man needed a clear mind to fight his foe, not one distracted with thoughts of whether the fishpond might please his wife. Or who found himself mooning about how she was a hard worker, and so kind-hearted. Or thinking on how her laugh was high and full of joy and made him want to smile. Or daydreaming on how sweet her kisses were, and how good it felt to bury his cock in her warm body. Or wondering whether she might care for him as he'd come to realize he cared for her.”
― Lynsay Sands, Highland Wolf

“How does anything taste like moonlight?'

'Magic, I imagine. Now stop distracting me when I'm trying to tell you about my idea.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire

“Except Lady Elspeth wasn't and never would be either discreet or reserved. She spun around his family and around London as if she were some fae queen, without worry or fear. As if she'd been reared far from everything he understood. As if she'd come from another, wilder world.
Lady Elspeth burst into his awareness like the sun rising, bringing warmth and light, making his world iridescent with color.
And what was worse, he couldn't find it in himself to condemn her brilliance. He liked her. She argued with him, made him question his own opinions, made him feel. He was anything but dead in her presence.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, No Ordinary Duchess