Quotes About Disconnection

He seemed so terribly weak. She would have had more respect for him if he'd told her to go fuck herself. ' I have to go to sleep' she'd scathe. Then she'd roll over, and so would he. They'd be lying there like two strangers who just happened to be sharing the same bed. It was in those moments she began to plot her escape.

The very people you trusted most could become like strangers in their longing...

Empathy fuels connection; sympathy drives disconnection.

I'm an enemy of what I call 'computer theology.' There's a class conflict out there. There's a techno-elite that lives in a different world.

Can you imagine how it is, to want to be neither inside nor outside, to want to be nowhere and disappear?

Puedes imaginar lo que se siente cuando uno no quiere estar dentro ni fuera, cuando desea estar en ninguna parte y desaparecer?

I hated the homes, the families, all the places where man thinks to find rest.

and he was surprised at himself because he didn't feel anything anymore. All he wanted to do was sleep. And for the first time, he wished he were far away. Lost in a deep, vast country where nobody knew him. Somewhere without language or streets. He dreamed about this place without knowing its name. — Travis

strangely alone in the most public of places.

It was like when you ripped a piece of paper into two: no matter how you tried, the seams never fit exactly right again.

Caitlin?' Cass said, and I turned away from the window, looking down the stairs and out the front door, trying to picture her making that walk away from this. It seemed like so far, and I was so tired. Tired of keeping time, of studying faces, of hiding bruises. Of disappearing, bit by bit, while my world just kept going without me, even as I slipped farther beneath the water, drowning.

But I didn't hear her, couldn't, was already gone, turning and walking out the door with the food in my hands to the parking lot before I even knew what was happening. Over the years I had perfected removing myself from situations. It was kind of like automatic pilot; I just shut down and retreated, my brain clicking off before anything that hurt could sink in.

Cunado uno se vuelve contra sí mismo, tampoco los demás significan ya nada para él

He liked to wear good clothes, but once he had put it on each article appeared to go its own way.

The girl was holding out her hand, but I could only give a pathetic shrug. I had nothing to give her. I'd finally faded away.

There is a moment that comes in drunkenness, or on the far side of it, when, as is said to happen sometimes to the afflicted in the throes of a heart attack, I seem to separate from my body and float upward, and hang aloft, looking down on the spectacle of myself with disinterested attention.

the more of us there are, the more distant from each other we become. We're practically livin' on top of each other but we're further away from each other in every other way than we've ever been before.

Tis all in pieces, all coherence gone, All just supply, and all relation; Prince, subject, father, son, are things forgot, For every man alone thinks he hath got To be a phoenix, and that then can be None of that kind, of which he is, but he.

They're not parallel at all. They're my concerns, but how they're expressed particularly on the page is completely divorced from who I am in my street life.

my friends don't seem to be friends at all but people whose phone numbers I haven't lost.

There is no greater disaster in the spiritual life than to be immersed in unreality, for life is maintained and nourished in us by our vital relation with realities outside and above us.

I really didn't care. I'd do something to somebody and walk in front of them the next day like it never happened. I had very very low value on my own life.

Twenty miles out of town. A million miles from the life you left behind.

There is an enormous abyss between subject and object.