Quotes About Fragmented

In the flailing light they all looked sharp-edged and ethereal and divided by great distances

Cincinnatus, after passing many other doors, stumbled, hopped, and found himself in a small courtyard, filled with various parts of the dismantled moon.

compuse un madrigal al negro humo de sus pestañas, al pálido gris de sus ojos inexpresivos, a las cinco pecas asímetricas de su nariz respingona, al vello rubio de sus miembros tostados; pero lo rompí y ahora no puedo recordarlo.

The hostage hours had blurred into one another, anonymous as a line of smashed pumpkins.

Still: she returns in sudden flashes. Like scraps of half-remembered dreams.

...chaos of color, like a shattered rainbow...

She had spoken, her words coming in fragments as her voice faded in and out of hoarseness. "You know," she'd said softly to the throng of listeners, "we're more than this." She'd swung an open hand around to indicate the throng of listeners, the bright lights, the police cars. "We're more than just this.

The past was a jigsaw puzzle and you never had all the pieces.

El asta y los brazos son de hierro; la redonda base en que se apoya, de mármol, y la escalinata que a ella conduce, de oscuros y mal unidos fragmentos de sillería.

At the heart of every being lies creation's dream of a principle that will one day give organic form to its fragmented treasures. God is unity.

I wrote 'Black Deutschland' very quickly one summer, probably because I had a lot of it in pieces and fragments sitting around over the years as false starts or notes.

In a little district west of Washington Square the streets have run crazy and broken themselves into small strips called places.

I left parts of myself everywhere, The way absent-minded people leave Gloves and umbrellas Whose colors are sad from dispensing so much bad luck

My former identity was lying around, somewhere, fragmented and buried, like shards from an earlier civilization.

It makes the nation possible and allows it to remain fragmented, allows people to live double lives.

I've always been fascinated by the operation of memory - the way in which it is not linear but fragmented, and its ambivalence.

My writing has gone to bits - like my character. I am simply a self-conscious nerve in pain.

the ice was not only broken; it was shivered into a million fragments

Just leave me alone. I'm not myself. I'm falling apart, and I don't want you here.

Memory is the hotel curtain that never completely closes. Memory always lets in just enough light to fill the room and ruin your sleep.

And in the bloodlit dark behind his eyes, silver phosphenes boiled in from the edge of space, hypnagogic images jerking past like a film compiled of random frames. Symbols, figures, faces, a blurred, fragmented mandala of visual information.

The country was populous and wealthy, and patterns of landholding there complex and fragmented. What more could a lawyer want than a place in which endless occasions for dispute arose among a large population with plenty of money to spend on litigation?

I can't, even now, arrange it in the right order. The memories are like heavy blocks of glass. I can put them down in different places but they don't make a story.

Miranda put a hand over her face and looked through her fingers, the world in pieces, her father's legs gone, the woman's torso vanished. Now they looked like broken dolls, their jaws clacking, breeze blowing through their hollows.