Quotes About Fragmentation

Nothing is whole, not for too damned long. The world is half night.

Ogni singolo uomo vede soltanto una porzione della verità complessiva; e molto spesso, in realtà quasi sempre, egli deliberatamente, si inganna anche su questo piccolo frammento. Una parte di se stesso gli si rivolta contro e prende ad agire come se fosse un'altra persona, distruggendolo dall'interno. Un uomo all'interno di un uomo. Il che vuol dire nessun uomo del tutto

We have a hodge-podge of leaks in reality.

Every you, every me. Fractals. Fractures.

The day it happened, the week after it happened-those were not times I wanted to go back to. How I felt like I was trapped in a chamber of my own noise. Sitting in class and not being there at all. Sitting in a chair and fragmenting at the same time. Clutching to the random facts. Thinking the concept of a fact was itself a fiction. Because we live in a blur. All of us live in a blur.

And again. I kept clicking until the photograph was demolished, until it was no more than a mosaic of gray tiles, adding up to nothing. Nothing. Because wasn't that how I felt that day? If you zoom close—if you really get close to someone, if you really get close to yourself—then you lose the other person, you lose yourself entirely. You get so close you can't see anything anymore. Your mind becomes all these abstract fragments. English becomes math.

After all, people are always separable.

Cuando las cosas se rompen, lo que impide recomponerlas no es el hecho de que se hayan roto. Lo que sucede es que una pequeña pieza se pierde. Las demás no encajarían aunque quisieran. La forma ha cambiado definitivamente.

wenn etwas zerbricht, dann ist es nicht das zerbrechen, was verhindert, dass sich alles wieder fügt. es liegt daran, dass ein stück verloren gegangen ist, und sei es auch noch so winzig - die beiden verbliebenen stücke passen einfach nicht mehr zueinander, egal was man versucht. die gesamte struktur hat sich verändert.

Nothing. Because wasn't that how I felt that day? If you zoom close- if you really get close to someone, if you really get close to yourself- then you lose the other person, you lose yourself entirely. You get so close you can't see anymore. Your mind becomes all these abstract fragments. English becomes math.

What I'm trying to say here is that all of my life I've made things that are like fragmented mirrors of the what I perceive to be the world. As far as I'm concerned the fact that in 1990 the human body is still a taboo subject is unbelievably ridiculous. What exactly is frightening about the human body?

We are split people.

When you are still fragmentated, lacking certainty — what difference does it make what your decisions are?

Cuando aún estás fragmentado, carente de certezas: ¿qué importa la índole de tus decisiones?

An attempt to wrest from God the prerogatives of absolute freedom and infinity leads to the inversion of Pentecost and what is in effect a new Babel. 'Postmodernism' represents that Babel perfectly, because when each speaks a language unrelated to that of the other - when language is not the basis of the communication that shapes our being - the only outcome can be fragmentation. In that sense, postmodernism is modernity come home to roost.

Division is always regression.

Per secoli gli italiani non sono riusciti ad avere nemmeno una memoria comune. Una storia così frammentata non gli ha permesso di elaborare una forma politica all'altezza della cultura, della civiltà, delle straordinarie personalità che sono riusciti a esprimere.

Hence, the unity of Scripture is no minor matter: a fragmented Bible may actually produce theologically orthodox, morally upright, warmly pious idol worshipers!

Know also that you might find different parts of your soul scattered in different times, spaces, and lifetimes, and even lingering in between lifetimes. Ask the Divine to gather all parts of your soul and sew them together with love, cleansing, healing, and integrating them through this process. Many mental health disorders are actually outgrowths of a fragmented soul and begin to heal once we're made whole again.

From two niches (to use Barber's word), North and South, we've splintered into hundreds of thousands, a nation of tribes connected not by kinship or even creed. We're merely tethered together by the Internet, by our brand loyalties and shared consumer obsessions.

Real life ... it was an ambiguous world, where actions sometimes had no meaning, where chaos reigned and no one was allowed to see the big picture, only their small portion of it.

The center was not holding.

Lately, I have been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together.

The particularity of the cross] fragments our attempt to hold it as an integral whole, administer and control it at our whim. This is what scandal means; it disrupts an expected fulfillment and enclosure of meaning.