Quotes About Disconnection

Throwing himself a party was like rubbing his nose in his failure to connect with people.

Does he know about me? George wonders; do any of them? Oh yes, probably. It wouldn't interest them. They don't want to know about my feelings or my glands or anything below my neck. I could just as well be a severed head carried into the classroom to lecture to them from a dish.

Only an unhinged movie survives as a disconnected series of images, of peaks, of visual icebergs. It should display not one central idea but many. It should not reveal a coherent philosophy of composition. It must live on, and because of, its glorious ricketiness.

P?i, unde s? m? g?siÈ›i? Fac parte dintr-o generaÈ›ie pierdut? È™i m? reg?sesc numai când asist, în tov?r??ia altora, la singur?tatea semenilor mei.

There is a way of avoiding a person which resembles a search.

How was it possible that Elsa was close enough to her husband that she could feel the heat coming off him and smell the whiskey and cigarettes on his breath and still feel as if an ocean sloshed between them?

On bad days, like today, she knew that she had always been an outsider in her own family. They had sensed the lack in her early on, seen that she didn't fit in.

Eso es porque Aki se ha ido. Porque la he perdido. Ya no hay nada que desee ver. Ni en Australia, ni en Alaska, ni en el Mediterráneo, ni en la Antártida. En este mundo, vaya a donde vaya, siempre me sucederá los mismo. Por más maravilloso que sea el paisaje que tenga ante los ojos, nunca me emocionaré; la más hermosa de las vistas no me gustará. Ha desaparecido la persona que me hacía desear, ver, saber y sentir..., incluso vivir.

Hospital: warehouse of the used and the superfluous, the half-here and the half-there.

How could Paolo think the queen and her ilk were my people? I had no more relation to them than a pigeon does to a flock of swans – or a vortex of vultures, which the castle's denizens better resembled in both attire and attitude.

Her body felt like a giant bag of lack. Lack of motivation. Lack of strength. Lack of rigidity. Lack of caring.

Life is something I'm just not cut out for.

Once, my father chastised me in the car on the way home because he said I didn't act like I wanted to be there. I didn't want to be there. Nobody had warned me that I was supposed to act.

I make it easier for people to leave by making them hate me a little.

Let's begin all over again. Let's begin by affirming that poetry has died. And that I'm not a poet. And I'll never, ever be one. I'm not interested in poetry. I don't like life. I detest men. I hate children. I hate the sea.

Even in a city as small as Ferrara, you can manage, if you like, to disappear for years and years, one from another, living side by side like the dead

La peor soledad que hay es darse cuenta de que la gente es idiota

for he could scarcely make them move together to grip a twig, and they seemed remote from his body and from him. 

I started to think she was such an idiot that I didn't really want to be friends with her after all.

Anyway, I have long had a very definite tendency to tune out the moment I come anywhere near either a pulpit or a soapbox.

There were lots of people around us, but I still felt this terrible lack of friendliness

the sorrow of the disconnected.

It turns out that the greatly underestimated downside of technological progress is a fractured world.

The District of Columbia is an extreme example of disconnect between financial input and educational outcome. Unfortunately, extreme is not the same as abnormal.