Quotes About Fragmentation

Power broken into a thousand pieces can be hidden and disowned.

Middle East by the Arab Muslim caliphate, ending with Muslim fragmentation and the Iranian Buyid capture of Abbasid Baghdad, saw Muslim and Maronite establishment in Mount Lebanon.

Contradict yourself. In order to live, you must remain broken up.

It was as if a tiny crack had opened somewhere in him and was growing, tearing him to pieces. If he had simply been angry, I might have found a way to calm him, but I had no idea how to put him back together once he came apart.

Somewhere it is written that I was born to leave my home, to constantly leave, each time leaving a part of me behind.

And Emma felt another small portion of her soul fall away

The kaleidoscope remains the most efficacious instrument for those of us who've been shattered. There's so much I can't explain if someone would just give me the chance...

I live on remnants of dreams

Por eso estaba convencido de la necesidad de mantener la institución monárquica, porque pensaba que en un país con tantos esclavos, analfabetos y pobres, una república no tendría sentido y el país acabaría fragmentándose, como había sucedido en la América española.

Postmodernity is said to be a culture of fragmentary sensations, eclectic nostalgia, disposable simulacra, and promiscuous superficiality, in which the traditionally valued qualities of depth, coherence, meaning, originality, and authenticity are evacuated or dissolved amid the random swirl of empty signals.

He believed a kind of fragmentation had crept into people's minds in the modern era.

Come apart in my mouth.

He looks at me, the light in his eyes fractures into millions of bits—a kaleidoscope of darkness that may never be fixed.

If you look at the evolution of games from console to Internet to mobile, and look at social networking from Web to mobile, everything is fragmenting.

Fragmentation is a big part of the problem. You have a city where trash is taken away from the curb every week, and you don't see it any more, and you don't have any sense of where water comes from. So there's no sense of responsibility and accountability and there's also no sense of empowerment for our actions.

There's been a fragmentation of how the market functions, but I believe printed books are here to stay. People like the tactile experience, the smell of them; there's a great romance to them.

Everyone is on the internet but they're not all talking with each other. There are groups upon groups out there, but they don't talk to one another. So while the internet brings everyone into a shared space, it does not necessarily bring them together.

La oscuridad había tomado posesión de mi pensamiento y no me dejaba reposar un instante. ¿Y si me hubiera disuelto en las tinieblas, si yo no fuera más que una parte de ellas?

La oscuridad habia tomado posesión de mis pensamientos y no me dejaba reposar un instante, ¿Y si me hubiera disuelto en las tinieblas, y si no fuera mas que una parte de ellas?

Picture this: a human finger, cut from its body, its hand...a separate human finger, running hopping along, all hunched over, on a glass sidewalk. I am that finger.

she knew that in all stories she must be left out-the life she had made for herself was a life of flight, of discarding the inessential and the essential alike, making use of the stolen pieces and memories, retreating to the lost moments of other people's lives.

Big deals and climaxes only form a vacuum cleaner of time. It's the small deals and the nothing deals that shatter time into ragges pieces.

I turned with the receiver to the wall as I absorbed the fact of Ivan's voice, and when I glanced back at the man on my sofa, he seemed like a scrap of paper, or the handle from a broken cup, or a single rubber band—a thing that has become dislodged from its rightful place and intrudes on one's consciousness two or three or many times before one understands that it is just a thing best thrown away.

Once, we were close and close-knit, but now we are unmoored islands, each alone, each a separate planet, drifting farther and farther away, content to turn ever inward . . . This is no idle solipsism; it has taken on the fragile brightness of truth. Cities turned from cities, self-devouring. Governments fragmenting into fragments of fragments. Entertainment become a solitary diversion. Solo adventures.