Quotes About Fragments

His other few possessions lay about in the grotto where chance had arranged them.

You think that you can create a history of what has been. Present artifacts. A clutch of letters. A sachet in a dressing table drawer. But that's not what's at the heart of the tale. The problem is that what drives the tale will not survive the tale.

Spieler klatschte in die Hände und Sechzehn zersprang in tausend Scherben.

Now, must she admit that he individual was an illusion and a falsification? There was no such animal. Except in the mechanical world. In the world of machines, the individual machine is effectual. The individual, like the perfect being, does not and cannot exist, in the vivid world. We are all fragments. And at the best, halves. The only whole thing is the Morning Star. Which can only rise between two: or between many.

Beautiful dripping fragments—the negligent list of one after another, as I happen to call them to me, or think of them, The real poems, (what we call poems being merely pictures,) The poems of the privacy of the night, and of men like me, This poem, drooping shy and unseen, that I always carry, and that all men carry

Fragments of a vessel which are to be glued together must match one another in the smallest details, although they need not be like one another. In the same way a translation, instead of resembling the meaning of the original, must lovingly and in detail incorporate the original's mode of signification, thus making both the original and the translation recognizable as fragments of a greater language, just as fragments are part of a vessel.

to great writers, finished works weigh lighter than those fragments on which they labor their entire lives.

To great writers, finished works weigh lighter than those fragments on which they work throughout their lives.

History is made up of fragments and absences. What is left out is as significant as what is included.

RNA interference operates by deploying an enzyme known as "Dicer." Dicer snips a long piece of RNA into short fragments. These little fragments can then embark on a search-and-destroy mission: they seek out a messenger RNA molecule that has matching letters, then they use a scissors-like enzyme to chop it up. The genetic information carried by that messenger RNA is thus silenced.

This was all our world was made of: decomposed visions. Not atoms --- bits of dreams.

Burn me," she said finally. "Turn me to ash." And so we did, though the ashes of her body were not what I'd expected. They weren't like ashes from a wood fire, silky and fine as sand. They were like pale pebbles mixed with a gritty gray gravel. Some chunks were so large I could see clearly that they'd once been bones.

...Science and mathematics Run parallel to reality, they symbolize it, they squint at it, They never touch it: consider what an explosion Would rock the bones of men into little white fragments and unsky the world If any mind should for a moment touch truth.

My heart is glass, daily shattered...

Pompeii has nothing to teach us, we know crack of volcanic fissure, slow flow of terrible lava, pressure on heart, lungs, the brain about to burst its brittle case (what the skull can endure!)

The creation of a single world comes from a huge number of fragments and chaos.

mirrors, and scraps of scribbled

What sticks to memory, often, are those odd little fragments that have no beginning and no end...

This is all we are at our best, he thought, tiny instances accumulating up into a greater whole.

You probably think that being a guest in your aunt's house I would hesitate to butter you all over the front lawn and dance on the fragments in hobnailed boots, but you are mistaken. It would be a genuine pleasure. By an odd coincidence I brought a pair of hobnailed boots with me!' So saying, and recognising a good exit line when he saw one, he strode out, and after an interval of tense meditation I followed him. (Spode to Wooster)

Everything decayed, the perfectly ordered crystal eventually turned into random particles of dust.

Imagine the parts of yourself disassembled; imagine, for example, that nothing is left of you but a severed hand in an ice cooler. Perhaps there is one of your loved ones who could identify even this small piece. Here: the lines on your palm. The texture of your knuckles and wrinkled skin at the joints in the middle of your fingers. Calluses, scars. The shape of your nails.

To a friend, in an unguarded moment, he [Maxim Gorky, 1932] declared his ambition: simply to portray the world and man as they were, without the myth of love, 'repudiating noting, praising nothing'; repudiation was unjust, while praise was premature—'for we live in chaos and ourselves are fragments of chaos.' He compared his desire with Einstein, 'trying to alter radically our representation of the universe.

To a friend, in an unguarded moment, he [Maxim Gorky, 1932] declared his ambition: simply to portray the world and man as they were, without the myth of love, 'repudiating nothing, praising nothing'; repudiation was unjust, while praise was premature—'for we live in chaos and ourselves are fragments of chaos.' He compared his desire with Einstein, 'trying to alter radically our representation of the universe.