Quotes About Fragmentation

The world is disappearing, piece by piece; the darkness has closed in around me long before the sun sets.

Never give us what we really want. Cut the dream into pieces and scatter them like ashes. Dole out the empty promises. Package our aspirations and sell them to us, cheaply made enough to fall apart.

Another definition of modernity: conversations can be more and more completely reconstructed with clips from other conversations taking place at the same time on the planet.

You should have seen the wave go to pieces and scatter! This was a finer sight than the other one.

The days and nights come apart. I feel them corroding at the seams.

For the fragmented man creates the homogenized Western world, while oral societies are made up of people differentiated, not by their specialist skills or visible marks, but by their unique emotional mixes.

The move to render the presence of lesbians and gay men invisible in the intricate fabric of Black existence and survival is a move which contributes to fragmentation and weakness in the Black community.

The white western patriarchal ordering of things requires that we believe there is an inherent conflict between what we feel and what we think - between poetry and theory. We are easier to control when one part of ourselves is split from another, fragmented, off balance.

There's not enough of me left over.

Skrajny wyraz postaw antysynturalnych to ukradkowe samobójstwo porcjowane. Akt rozpoczyna siÄ™ zazwyczaj od niewinnego obgryzania paznokci

Como é que uma sociedade, cujas instituições educacionais pregam uma abordagem fragmentada da vida e uma divisão distorcida do mundo, pode produzir um indivíduo saudável e criativo?

Kita malah memecah persoalan itu menjadi potongan-potongan kecil dan menciptakan sejumlah teori yang hanya menjelaskan sebagian. Tiap teori penjelas sebagian itu menjabarkan dan memprediksi sekelompok terbatas pengamatan, mengabaikan akibat besaran-besaran lain.

Show me a political system without machine politics, and I'll show you confusion, fragmentation, and a drift toward ungovernable extremism.

I remember always thinking that life itself doesn't actually exist, because if no one tells it as a story or turns it into a narrative, life is merely something that happens, nothing more. To understand life, you have to tell it, even if only to yourself. This doesn't mean that a story can make life comprehensible, because there are always gaps in any narrative, whatever sutures or remedies you might try to apply. That is why a narrative only restores life in fragmentary form.

broke up into small groups.

All that will be left are polarized groups, seeking their own interests.

Disintegration of structure equals information loss.

A horseman's head is in Athens, and his body is in London: Poseidon's torso is separated between Greece and the U.K. This means that they cannot be celebrated and appreciated as a whole in the country they came from.

People don't talk about the amount of destruction in terms of human lives that happen, whether it's through slavery, or through, for example, what Belgium was doing in the Congo - the fragmentation of society that happened after that destruction of human life.

One is a path I've warned about tonight, the path that leads to fragmentation and self-interest. Down that road lies a mistaken idea of freedom, the right to grasp for ourselves some advantage over others. That path would be one of constant conflict between narrow interests ending in chaos and immobility.

When I make music I try to be as honest as I can to how I experience the world. Like how you arrange a piece of music formally. I tend to observe a lot of chaos or whatever, the fragmentation and melancholy. That's the filter I synthesize my world view with. If I didn't formally have that chaos and it was really linear, it would make my skin crawl.

One should not forget that there are very few surviving items from this period, often just single, small bones, a tooth, a sliver of the skull. Categorizing these pieces can be very difficult.

The Skinned Man had nothing anymore.No life, no love, no hope, no regret--just a body. Dismantled man.

We were no longer a whole, but three separate pieces. A mom. A dad. A kid sliced in half. Actually, that made us four pieces—'cause I have to be two people: Mom's Izzy and Dad's Isabella.