Quotes About Fragments

All that I was, but for reflections in a cracked mirror, has been lost for a long, long time.

his struggle there to love and to be loved in return, and his drag-footed walk along the shoreline of his Fate are the fragments of his shipwreck survival.

I think the sea swallowed dozens of tea sets - tossed in abandon off liners or consigned to the tide by jilted brides. I collected a shiver of china bits, with borders of larkspur and birds or braids of daisies. No two patterns ever matched.

Fragments of all kinds of data find their way into orbit. We're pulled in one direction, then suddenly our instincts send us flying in another. Material collides and fuses, disappears and reappears. This chaos is essential to the creative process. A

Children may feel epic and large to theyselves and yet be only scraps to view.

We knew we was just fragments of legend and had never really existed in that town. There is no better feeling.

But then I brought the shards back together above the dash, I drew in the web of the spider-line cracks... and he fell to the earth, and slept on the grass

Antiquities are history defaced, or some remnants of history which have casually escaped the shipwreck of time.

We create eternity out of crumbs of time.

Sad, that lives can be shattered, into so many pieces that they can never be put back together, the the relentless force of love. Irreparable.

There are some souls, bright and precious, which, like gold and silver, may be subdued by the fiery trial, and yield to new moulds; but there are others, pure and solid as the diamond, which may be shivered to pieces, yet in every fragment retain their indelible characteristics.

What I am searching for is the gaps - the silences. This is how I see the past: as an excavation. You sift through the rubble, pick up one fragment here, another there, label it and record where you found it, noting the time and date of discovery. It is not just the foundations I am looking for but something at once more and less tangible.

An imperfectly remembered life is a useless treachery. Every day, more fragments of the past roll around heavily in the chambers of an empty brain, shedding bits of color, a sentence or a fragrance, something that changes and then disappears. It drops like a stone to the bottom of the cave.

fallen hero shatters into more sharp pieces than you'd believe.

As the storm moved closer it broke into hundreds of pieces so that the rain fell here and there from the high clouds in long, curving gray plumes.

The morning sunlight lay in slivers on the bedroom floor, cut to ribbons by the bamboo blind.

Already the dream was coming apart, its bright silk strands unwinding into nebulous emotions, little coloured clouds of feeling being dispersed by the movement of my waking-up mind. This is how it's always been with Light Bulb Fragment dreams; by the time I'm fully awake, they're gone.

…we can not love or think except in fragments of time each of which goes along its own trajectory and immediately disappears.

Everything—that's far too much. It was specific things that fell apart, not everything; identifiable beliefs failed; particular actions were false and inauthentic.

Old women like Peta Ponce have the power to fold time over and confuse it, they multiply and divide it, events are refracted in their gnarled hands as in the most brilliant prism, they cut the consecutive happening of things into fragments they arrange in parallel form, they bend those fragments and twist them into shapes that enable them to carry out their designs.

When Golgoth finally left this place, these fragments would thaw, just as Morgan's had. I had to acknowledge that Grimalkin was dead.

Out of doing all that experimentation with sound I decided I wanted to do it with live musicians. To take repetition, take music fragments and make it live. Musicians would be able to play it and create this kind of abstract fabric of sound.

Don't tell me the moon is shining, show me the glint of light on broken glass.

I like the fact that by mimicking the way memory works, a writer can actually write in a fluid way - one solid scene doesn't have to fall on another solid scene, you can just have a fragment that then dovetails into another one that took place 30 years apart from it.