Quotes About Detachment

Except for those people over there with the wagonette we might be the only living creatures in the whole world,' said Edith, airily dismissing the entire animal kingdom at one stroke.

It wasn't personal—more of a "been there, done that, got my lifetime supply of psychological trauma" kind of thing.

You'll never see a hearse towing a U-Haul.

Thus I live, without singing at all. Neither sky nor earth is for me.

Novels institutionalize the ruse of eros. It becomes a narrative texture of sustained incongruence, emotional and cognitive. It permits the reader to stand in triangular relation to the characters in the story and reach into the text after the objects of their desire, sharing their longing but also detached from it, seeing their view of reality but also its mistakenness. It is almost like being in love.

I stopped watching. I forgot about Nudes. I lived my life, which felt like a switched-off TV. Something had gone through me and out and I could not own it.

He'd forgotten the most important condition that made it possible for him to go on living: that he should never again grow fond of anyone

Now I am going back And I have ripped my hand From your hand as I said I would And I have made it this far ...

She just eyed them coolly, as if they were nothing to her, as if their nothingness surprised and slightly repelled her.

School was very easy, it turned out, if you just disconnected your heart.

I don't hate my relatives or those whose names fill my address book. But I do not want to have lunch with any of them. It is not personal. I am not angry. Nor is this about being afraid. I am not shy. I do not have terrible manners. Do birds hate lips? Do Fijians detest snowplows? Being a loner is not about hate, but need: We need what others dread. We dread what others need.

Je voyais, de plus, que mon intuition avait dû être juste : c'est à la mi-mai que « quelque chose » s'est passé (de même que quelque chose a eu lieu vers la fin novembre), le détachant définitivement de moi.

Relisant le cahier de l'année dernière : ce n'était pas plus brillant, très vide. Cela ne console pas. Je commence à souffrir de l'absence de S. une semaine, six jours, après le dernier rendez-vous. À ce moment-là, je cesse de vouloir écrire pour lui, je veux écrire pour l'oublier, me détacher de lui, qui m'apparaît toujours sous le visage de Vronski.

Sa femme est à côté de moi. Je ne « sens » rien, sinon une espèce de curiosité, mais les quelques paroles qu'ils échangent tous les deux me relèguent à ma condition d'étrangère Ã¢â'¬â€œ doublement. Elle semble ne plus soupçonner quoi que ce soit.

Entre ce qui arrive dans le monde et ce qui lui arrive à elle, aucun point d'intersection, deux séries parallèles, l'une, abstraite, toute en informations aussitôt oubliées que perçues, l'autre en plans fixes.

I see Sarah framed in the light of her doorway and it is like looking at a painting that emanate a mixture of wishes and truths about someone I loved - from a time I can already vividly remember. I wonder if this is a hazard of being a writer: a sense of detachment that sometimes makes the present seem like it is already past.

I promise you I try very hard to stay out of party politics. I run away from it.

Why should you feel anger at the world? As if the world would notice.

As Miguel Farias and Catherine Wikholm indicate in their book, The Buddah Pill, mindfulness often deepens feelings of depression and anxiety, as well as creates some sense of dissociation and detachment from reality as a consequence of excessive self-centredness.

Money is only useful when you get rid of it. It is like the odd card in Old Maid; the player who is finally with it has lost.

the room had grown smothery. He wanted to be out in some cool and bitter breeze, miles above the cities, and to live serene and detached back in the corners of his mind

You're not sorry to go, of course. With people like us our home is where we are not... No one person in the world is necessary to you or to me.

No one person in the world is necessary to you or to me.

All that kept her from breaking was that it was not an image of strength that was leaving her; she would be just as strong without him.