Quotes About Disconnection

Mitch looks in her direction. He can't meet her eyes. It's as if she's semi-invisible, a kind of hovering blur.

I don't do well with technology.

Technology... the knack of so arranging the world that we don't have to experience it.

The 'Net is a waste of time.

I don't understand technology, and I'm very scared of it.

We are in an age of technology where we sit in our little cubicles and we IM each other and Skype each other and never connect as human beings.

My interest is a lonely one. I cannot trot it out at cocktail parties. I feel sometimes as if I have spent a large part of my life learning a dead language that no one I know can speak.

I've reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, I can't do anything to change events anyway.

Just as my heart sinks every time I hear her harsh words, that's how her heart sank when she realised there was no more love between us.

It's obvious that I'm a stranger to her; she doesn't even know what I think about the most ordinary things.

Don't you see? I'm not the spirit of any age. I'm at odds with everything and always have been! I have never belonged anywhere with anyone at any time!

You squirm on the end of a hook, you're a doomed catch from the sea, and you do not even know that you are no longer in the life-sustaining water.

You didn't think I was so great anymore," she said. "You started finding fault with all I said; you looked bored when I was talking; you acted like everyone else in the room was more important than I was. You had stopped properly valuing me.

Not invade her privacy! Just sit back and give up on her, as if she were a missing pet or mitten, or dropped penny.

The difference between this scene and the ones in the French paintings, Alice thought, was that the paintings all showed people interacting—picnickers and boating parties. But here everybody was separate. Even her father, a few yards away from her, was swimming now toward shore. A passerby would never guess the Garretts even knew each other. They looked so scattered, and so lonesome.

passerby would never guess the Garretts even knew each other. They looked so scattered, and so lonesome.

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We're deaf men working as musicians; we play the music but we can't hear it.

Modern society has perfected the art of making people not feel necessary.

We walked around four hundred miles and most nights we were the only people in the world who knew where we were. There are many definitions of freedom but surely that is one of them.

Sleeping is much safer than the nightmare I'm living. When I sleep I feel nothing and I do nothing and I see nothing and nothing matters and no one cares. There's no one to hurt or disappoint or notice when I'm low and I don't need to face anyone not anyone in the world or not even myself.

Compassion Judgment Loving-Kindness Compassion Is A Force Disconnection Self-Blame and Compassion Praise and Blame

Lately I feel that I'm living in a badly written, badly directed foreign movie that's running on late-night TV in black-and-white with lots of static and inadequate subtitles.

Puzzle pieces don't always connect do they?