Quotes About Fragments

Here we are at the bottom, almost empty. It's like confetti, these dried remnants you find in the street for a party no one invited you to. But they used to be, I can admit, part of something beautiful.

Let the fragments of love be reassembled in you. Only then will you have true courage. Hayden Carruth

I feel for all faiths the warm sympathy of one who has come to learn that even the trust in reason is a precarious faith, and that we are all fragments of darkness groping for the sun. I know no more about the ultimates than the simplest urchin in the streets.

Facts replaced understanding; and knowledge, split into a thousand isolated fragments, no longer generated wisdom.

History, said Bacon, is the planks of a shipwreck; more of the past is lost than has been saved.

His eyes look like pieces of a broken plate.

Los hombres no son más que muñecos rellenos de aserrín recogido en los montones de basura donde todos los muñecos anteriores había sido tirados.

Beneath the quilt she is no more than a bundle of rotten sticks

fragments of a conversation she had left a little earlier (on Rilke, not Rilke's poetry but Rilke the man, who refused to be psychoanalyzed for fear of purging his genius);

We're an information economy. They teach you that in school. What they don't tell you is that it's impossible to move, to live, to operate at any level without leaving traces, bits, seemingly meaningless fragments of personal information. Fragments that can be retrieved, amplified...

Somos manchas vivas de aceite empujadas por pasillos de sombra

And somewhere, in a black California morning, some hour before dawn, amid the corridors, the galleries, the faces of dream, fragments of conversation she half-recalled, waking to pale fog against the windows of the master bedroom, she prized something free and dragged it back through the wall of sleep. Rolling over, fumbling through a bedside drawer, finding a Porsche pen, a present from an assistant grip, she inscribed her treasure on the glossy back of an Italian fashion magazine:

I share the streets with aimlessly moving scraps of paper and little whirlwinds of dust, with motes that pass like erratic thieves under eaves and through doors.

Life took longer to reassemble than it did to blow apart,

My heart is shattered, an all that's left are jagged shards.

the tattered paper with Mark Flannery, The Irish Rose, Delancey Street,

Assim, a integração e a participação são a obsessão dos não-participantes, daqueles que sobrevivem entre os fragmentos da sociedade possível e das ruínas do passado: excluídos da cidade, às portas do urbano […]

Society is immoral and immortal; it can afford to commit any kind of folly, and indulge in any sort of vice; it cannot be killed, and the fragments that survive can always laugh at the dead.

La via che percorriamo nel tempo è cosparsa dei frammenti di tutto ciò che cominciavamo ad essere, di tutto ciò che avremmo potuto diventare.

To share in this sacred meal was so deeply felt to be the essential expression of membership of the society that fragments of the broken bread were taken round to any who were absent through illness or imprisonment.

We live in the mind, in ideas, in fragments. We no longer drink in the wild outer music of the streets - we remember only.

I am so sad, Eleanor, so sad that my body has become transparent, I've shed so many tears. Is it possible to dissolve into water without leaving a trace?

I had a lot of notes and fragments and observations that never amounted to anything. After the Wall had gone down, so many people were writing about Berlin, I didn't have the same urgency or feel enough authority.

All those words,' she whispered, 'so diligently placed together, and so pointlessly torn apart.