Quotes About Fragmented

The memories were there, but the string of time that linked them like a pearl necklace was broken.

Juliette était partout, éparse, invisible, présente, comme en Italie, l'Antiquité romaine.

Europe is kind of fragmented. Africa is nascent; we've made a few investments, including four in Egypt. I visit 50-60 cities and 20-25 countries a year. The intent is to be a global fund, which takes time and prioritization.

My experience of life is that it's very fragmented; certain kinds of things happen, and in another place, a different kind of thing occurs. I would like my work to have some vivid indication of those differences.

Those who know New York City primarily through tourism or mass culture may think of us natives as possessing certain shared characteristics, not all of them flattering. But the true, volatile charisma of New York lies in how balkanised it is.

Mofaz was elected to head Kadima since the party had been shattered.

Overindulgence had shattered his lambent rationality into myriad splinters, each consisting of an insight unrelated to any other, each brightly reflecting a star-hot whiteness now blazing in his stomach; he thought he might vomit.

Minutes died serially into hours. Bruno

We were all four of us an arrangement around a missing centrepiece, as incoherent as a been less sentence.

The schizophrenic mind is not so much split as shattered. I like to say schizophrenia is like a waking nightmare.

We are a segmented society, living in our individual bubbles.

Shattered people are best represented by bits and pieces.

Scrabbling about, every part of her seemed a separate animal. Her arms and legs, her hands, her head, each was a lopped off bit of some creature wild to return to itself, but blind to the proper way of making that return.

Earth, the startlingly pure blue and white, the brown and silver snakes that are rivers filled with erosion, the fragmented coastlines where the rising seas are eating the land, just as Earth's remaining resources are being eaten by the population. Soon the population may be the only resource left. The Orbitals were once their hope, a gateway to new resources. Now the Orbitals stand like a wall between Earth and its broken dreams, claiming the future for their own. Reno

The dividing lines between territories tended to become clearly demarcated and fixed as borders in the nation-state system. They will become hazy again in the Information Age. In the new millennium, sovereignty will be fragmented once more. New entities will emerge exercising some but not all of the characteristics we have come to associate with governments.

The Restaurant at the End of the Universe is one of the most extraordinary ventures in the entire history of catering. It has been built on the fragmented remains of…it will be built on the fragmented…that is to say it will have been built by this time, and indeed has been—

Say you were split, you were split in fragments and none of the pieces would talk to you. Wouldn't you want to be who you had been? Well, maybe I'd want that too.

Home feels very cinematic: the further you are from the screen, the clearer the picture. The closer, the more pixelated and fragmented.

Some of those I help are afflicted with what I call soul loss, which is what happens when the soul gets fragmented and a part of it does not know how to return to the body, or realizes it's not safe to return.

My life is a mosaic, and there's no room in between pieces at all.

Now I've got a fairly good grasp of the 18th century on what was common and what people thought. But I don't write in order. I write bits and pieces and sort of glue them.

I said, I don't want to paint things like Picasso's women and Matisse's odalisques lying on couches with pillows. I don't want to paint people. I want to paint something I have never seen before. I don't want to make what I'm looking at. I want the fragments.

The fragmented contents of the previous night bubbled in my brain like a carelessly made fish stew. Indigestible chunks appeared on the surface, wobbled in the currents of memory, and sank again.

Morning comes like a scream through a pinhole.