Quotes About Disconnection

Thematically, most of my work deals with transition, our culture's constant acceleration, and emotional connection and disconnection through technology.

It's about misunderstandings between people and places, being disconnected and looking for moments of connection. There are so many moments in life when people don't say what they mean, when they are just missing each other, waiting to run into each other in a hallway.

didn't belong to her. She said her car was missing a mirror and the trains were knackered, so she'd

nature of privilege—the inability to empathize with other people and their lot in life.

Te puedes creer, querido, que no conozco ni diez calles de esta pequeña ciudad en la que viví dos años? Estaba dolida y quería estarlo

Man lowers his head and lunges into civilization, forgetting the days of his infancy when he sought truth in a snowflake or a stick. Man forgets the wisdom of the child.

Novelty is a new kind of loneliness.

An invisible gas clouds his thoughts, exhaust from a bus left with its engine running in the middle of his brain.

I wasn't unkind to him. I just didn't talk to him. I didn't talk to anybody, and I didn't want anybody talking to me. That was the plan.

La mayoría de los hombres con los que he estado… Es como si quisieran algo de mí que no les daba. No sé lo que era, pero simplemente no lo tenía para darlo. Entonces o me iba demasiado pronto o me quedaba demasiado.

no longer tell if he was upset by being so far

I knew how I sounded - slow and oafish, like the cousin who gets ditched and goes on playing alone, as if he'd planned it that way. I couldn't quite tell her about the daily beauty, how I didn't tire of seeing 6 a.m. light on the telephone wires. When I was younger, I'd expected to grow out of the gap between the self I knew and what I heard myself say. I'd expected to feel more like one single person.

We made love that night, for the first time in a month, and though all the moves came off, the central point was missing. I'd suspected it would be that way. Now sex was a succession of details, with a sweet implosion at the end. It was another feature of the regular day.

The effect on James of being ignored by the people who stood to benefit the most from his work was to distance himself even further from those people.

Still, this was broken stone. It was not a human life.

Fear separates--makes us feel alone--disconnected--while love--love does just the opposite--it unites. {shadowland}

I love theater. Just, it never spoke to me.

I hate golf. I do not understand how anyone can enjoy it, much less love it.

I have not loved the world, nor the world me.

and she can't wait to get rid of me and she never wants to see me again as long as she lives.

We live in a world that doesn't altogether seem to want us here.

This place don't make sense to me no more.

I don't care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.

It was sometime in October; she had long ago lost track of all the days and it really didn't matter because one was like another and there were no nights to separate them because she never slept any more.