Quotes About Disconnection

Both my daughters are both so unimpressed when they see me on television. I want them to say, 'Oh, Dad!' But I say, 'Who's that?' and they say 'Dad' with no real interest, even if I'm wearing a long wig and riding on a horse! I think I'll have to read a 'CBeebies' bedtime story instead.

I grew up with the idea of the cyborg and the robot, but at the same time I felt this intense disconnection between the things I was engaged with and inspired by in terms of fun and play. It seemed like paintings and drawings were so static.

The guy's alone and apart - that's the message.' 'Then perhaps it's what we all feel at times - the hell of alienation' 'Maybe, or what some of us see as the inevitable fall from grace,

No existo ni para el capitán ni para Elsa, ni para Barsut.

On the ride back to the hotel, they lost the sense of being in a hostile environment, although hostile wasn't the word, an environment whose language they refused to recognize, an environment that existed on some parallel plane where they couldn't make their presence felt, imprint themselves, unless they raised their voices, unless they argued, something they had no intention of doing.

they lost the sense of being in a hostile environment, although hostile wasn't the word, an environment whose language they refused to recognize, an environment that existed on some parallel plane where they couldn't make their presence felt

Desde que yo entré en la universidad el foso que nos separaba se agrandó de golpe y ahora somos como de dos planetas distintos.

She was just a sad girl, I think, lost now among the multitudes.

I shall not waste any more words on you," she said coldly. "Your mind is too closed to hear them.

I was marching to the beat of my own drummer, and I was clearly out of step with reality.

But I notice that my eyes and my thoughts pass quickly over the plastic on my desk. I hardly give the computer a second glance. I can muster no reflective moment for plastic. It is so far removed from the natural world. I wonder if that's a place where the disconnection began, the loss of respect, when we could no longer easily see the life within the object.

One of the problems with people in Chicago, she remembered, was that they were never lonely at the same time. Their sadness occurred in isolation, lurched and spazzed, sent them spinning fizzly back into empty, padded corners, disconnected and alone.

There was sex where you were looked in the eye and beautiful things were said to you, and then there was what Ira used to think of as yoo-hoo sex: where the other person seemed spirited away, not quite there, their pleasure mysterious and crazy and only accidentally involving you. "Yoo-hoo?" was what his grandmother always called before entering a house where she knew someone but not well enough to know whether they were actually home.

It seems that Frank alienated virtually everyone in the building and was increasingly ostracized.

She was like a stranger to me then, a stranger whose life had just been made utterly meaningless. I know this because I felt the same way. Meaning had gone wholly and and in one clot right out of my life too, and as result I'm sure I was like a stranger to her as well. Our individual pain was so great that that we could not recognize any other.

There's nothing sadder than cyberspace . . . but I've already said this.

Missing things upset her. Missing price tags. Missing memories. Missing parts of her life.

I feel as if there's a huge gulf separating me from all the lucky people in the world; they have so much to look forward to.

She has lost her city eyes. Who you have city eyes you cannot see the invisible people.

When you have city eyes you cannot see the invisible people, the men with elephantiasis of the balls and the beggars in boxcars don't impinge on you, and the concrete sections of future drainpipes don't look like dormitories.

Stress is basically a disconnection from the earth, a forgetting of the breath. Stress is an ignorant state. It believes that everything is an emergency. Nothing is that important. Just lie down.

Stress is basically a disconnection from the earth, a forgetting of the breath.

Whether I get on in the world is a question; but I certainly don't get on very well with the world.

Personally, emotionally, I'd rather divorce myself from the world than face the heartbreak of partial success. Because partial success implies overwhelming failure.