Quotes About Fragmentation

The world has never been as divided as it is now.

So what is needed is for man to give attention to his habit of fragmentary thought, to be aware of it, and thus bring it to an end. Man's approach to reality may then be whole, and so the response will be whole.

It is especially important to consider this question today, for fragmentation is now very widespread, not only throughout society, but also in each individual; and this is leading to a kind of general confusion of the mind, which creates an endless series of problems and interferes with our clarity of perception so seriously as to prevent us from being able to solve most of them.

What is called for is not an integration of thought, or a kind of imposed unity, for any such imposed point of view would itself be merely another fragment. Rather, all our different ways of thinking are to be considered as different ways of looking at the one reality, each with some domain in which it is clear and adequate.

Another problem of fragmentation is that thought divides itself from feeling and from the body. Thought is said to be the mind; we have the notion that it is something abstract or spiritual or immaterial. Then there is the body, which is very physical. And we have emotions, which are perhaps somewhere in between. The idea is that they are all different. That is, we think of them as different. And we experience them as different because we think of them as different.

the subtle but crucial role of our general forms of thinking in sustaining fragmentation and in defeating our deepest urges toward wholeness or integrity.

Si concibe la totalidad compuesta por fragmentos independientes, así es como su mente tenderá a funcionar, pero si puede incluirlo en un todo de una manera coherente y armoniosa en una totalidad general que sea indivisa, ininterrumpida y sin fronteras, su mente tenderá a moverse de una manera semejante, y de ahí fluirá una acción ordenada dentro del todo.

There isn't one America anymore. If there ever had been.

Some days you can almost see Hal like flit in and out of a match, like some part of him leaves and hovers and then comes back.

We've taken the world apart but we have no idea what to do with the pieces.

I, neutral cockroach body, I with a life that at last is not eluding me because I finally see it outside of myself -- I am the cockroach, I am my leg, I am my hair, I am the section of brightest light on the wall plaster -- I am every Hellish piece of myself -- life is so pervasive in me that if they divide me in pieces like a lizard, the pieces will keep on shaking and writhing.

Someone, and no matter where, collects the pieces of my shadow.

Someone, and no matter who, inhabits my head like it's an empty house, he enters, he leaves, he bangs each door behind him, powerless I put up with this ruckus. Someone, and maybe it's me, palms my most private thoughts, he crumples them, returns them to dust. Someone, and it's much later now, slowly walks across the room and, not seeing me, stops to contemplate the havoc. Someone, and no matter where, collects the pieces of my shadow.

A dor, a dilaceração, a fuga, o partir-se em mil pedaços que nunca mais voltarão a juntar-se, o olhar distante, o abandono, o abandonar-se, as cicatrizes, só podem ser narradas na primeira pessoa.

All there is, is fragments, because a man, even the loneliest of the species, is divided among several persons, animals, worlds. To know a man more than slightly it would be necessary to gather him together from all those quarters, each last scrap of him, and this done after he is safely dead.

Windisch closes his eyes. He feels his eyes. He feels his eyeballs in his hands. His eyes without a face.

The half is greater than the whole.

The world had to be sliced into hours to fill; otherwise you could go mad with loneliness.

We're all made up of many parts, other halves. Not just me.

Today the mockingbird does not sound very happy. It sounds if it is coming apart. As of the very heart of itself-its song-is breaking into pieces and flying off in a hundred directions.

A lot of my work is about is about events, but I also think a lot of my work is about fragmentation.... You have to break something down in order to have the parts synthesize.

the car, by bisecting the human outline, diminishes it, producing a race of half-people in a motion not of their own making

The root of narcissism lies in anxiety, and the fear of fragmentation, which may be assuaged by the sight of the reflection.

Fragmentation, or making learning an "add-on" to people's regular work, has probably limited more organizational learning initiatives than any other factor.