Quotes About Disconnection

We're constantly confronted with the lazy, the apathetic, the immoral, the indifferent, the irresponsible, and the disconnected—the signs of a decaying culture.

Travel causes some affliction of the eye, and after a while no place it rests looks like home.

The Skinned Man had nothing anymore.No life, no love, no hope, no regret--just a body. Dismantled man.

It's hopeless, trying to recruit a stranger to help me find someone who's a stranger to him. But then again, we are all strangers to ourselves, caught up in the monotony of daily life, stuck in our routines, never really stopping to think about what will happen to us if we fall off track.

And slowly he starts to seem more far away, he seems to waft, drift at a distance

Sometimes I forget myself in a book. And when i have to stop reading it takes me a minute to remember where I am. Or who I am.

Listen, last time I talked to you three, you were all two oars short of having any oars, so I don't want to hear it.

I never fall apart, because I never fall together.

What has been cut apart cannot be glued back together. Abandon all hope of totality, future as well as past, you who enter the world of fluid modernity.

My worst image of myself is me sitting on a bed, smoking a cigarette, waiting for a phone call and thinking thoughts that don't join together.

We are aching to come together and I think it has little to do with liberal or conservative discourse. I think it has to do with increasing disconnection with what is real and soul-serving.

Despite their mutual ill humor, they fornicated again, mostly because they could more easily ignore each other while doing so.

Seguía necesitando amor y compañía y continuaban rechazándome.

He silently gave thanks to the wealthy builders of this country pile who worked very hard to make sure they never had to see other people doing work.

He was seeing the full extent of her failure—in the immensity of his own indifference. The droning stream of her insults was like the sound of a distant riveting machine, a long, impotent pressure that reached nothing within him.

Have you felt it too? Have you seen how your best friends love everything about you – except the things that count? And your most important is nothing to them; nothing, not even a sound they can recognize.

Lusa turned to Crys, her eyes shining. That was a luna. Crys shrugged. So? So? So what? You want it should sing, too?

To tell me it's supposed to stop raining, you came up here?" Lusa asked, looking from one sun-toughened face to the other for some clue. It was always like this, anytime she got wedged into a conversation with her brothers-in-law. This sense of having wandered into a country where they spoke English but all the words meant something different.

Something in her expression made Covenant feel that he came from a very poor world, where no one knew or cared about healing stoneware pots.

The conversation at dinner hadn't been successful either; it bore the marks of an old married couple who had very little left to say to each other.

was] a stranger to himself.

There's no love lost between us.

Sometimes it's heartbreaking to see your siblings as the people they've become. Maybe that's why we all stay away from each other as a matter of course.

he shrunk more and more from the realities of life and above all from the society of his day which he regarded with an ever growing horror,--a detestation which had reacted strongly on his literary and artistic tastes; he refused, as far as possible, to have anything to do with pictures and books whose subjects were in any way connected with modern existence.