Quotes About Disconnection

He had become so disconnected from what gives life—family, friends, community, acquaintances, and even food—that he realized that death would be the natural next step. All at once he saw clearly the path he had chosen and where it would lead him; he understood his own death choice; and he knew that one more step in the direction he was going would take him to self-destruction.

If you decline to understand me I wholly decline to understand you.

We do not talk, we bludgeon one another with facts and theories gleaned from cursory readings of newspapers, magazines and digests.

A lot of times, it seems like social media has devolved into people just yelling at each other and not really conversing.

I don't give a damn what the fans think cause, quite frankly, I know what the fans want better than they do.

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

Digitalur är symptomatiska för vår motsägelsefulla tidsålder. De ger oss exakt tid på nanosekunden, men ingen kontext: en oändlig följd av "Du är här"-pilar, men ingen karta.

In the 40 years I've been working as an economist and investor, I have never seen such a disconnect between the asset market and the economic reality... Asset markets are in the sky, and the economy of the ordinary people is in the dumps, where their real incomes adjusted for inflation are going down and asset markets are going up.

But now I feel off the grid. I feel that I am not part of the culture. And because I don't have a car I don't really go anywhere to buy things. In fact, I have been in a slow process of selling and giving away everything I own.

It's glamorous when a movie is released, but then you feel disconnected from it. Someone asked if it wouldn't be more glamorous for me being on Broadway rather than Off Broadway, but I thought, 'What's the difference?' The Orpheum is a smaller house, that's all. And there are no mikes, so you just talk louder.

I hate all electronic things that are supposed to help the human being. You don't smell, you don't hear, you don't touch anymore.

In the case of the apple, the fruit nearly always falls far from the tree.

I knew people were talking, but I wasn't listening. I wasn't interested in anything anyone had to say.

the sense that they were not on the same page—that they needed different things at this crucial time—entered the car like a discomfiting presence.

I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them; I have nothing in common with them.

Los tubos de la canalización, aunque llegan con sus tentáculos hasta nuestras casas, están cuidadosamente ocultos a nuestra vista y nosotros no sabemos nada de la invisible Venecia de mierda sobre la cual están edificados nuestros cuartos de baño, habitaciones, salas de baile y parlamentos.

não posso mais odiá-los, porque nada me une a eles; não temos nada em comum

Estaba completamente encerrada en sí misma y en su sufrimiento. ¿Podía sacarla de su cerrazón al menos la visión del sufrimiento de otors? No. Porque el sufrimiento de los otros ocurría en un mundo que se le había ido de las manos, que ya no era suyo.

Nobody loved her and she wouldn't have liked it if they had, she considered love a serious disability.

And after that, you don't feel the same toward the other person any longer.

Mas um estranho em uma terra estrangeira, ele não é ninguém; os homens não o conhecem, e não conhecer é não cuidar.

What do you do?' she asks, holding out the vest. 'What do you do?' 'What do you do?' she asks, her voice shaking. 'Don't ask me, please. Okay, Clay?' 'Why not?' She sits on the mattress after I get up. Muriel screams. 'Because... I don't know,' she sighs. I look at her and don't feel anything and walk out with my vest.

and like in a movie I appear in front of the D'Agostino's, sale's clerks beckoning for me to enter, and I'm using an expired coupon for a box of oat-bran cereal and the girl at the checkout counter--black, dumb,slow-- doesn't get it, doesn't notice the expiration date has passed even though it's the only thing I buy, and I get a small but incendiary thrill when I walk out of the store, opening the box, stuffing handfuls of the cereal into my mouth, trying to whistle Hips to Be Square.

When I flush the toilet in my bathroom, it becomes stopped up with Kleenex, and blood clouds the water and I put down the lid, because there's nothing else for me to do.