Quotes About Disconnection

This was to be their place- outside of communion- forever. Maybe we call this the opposite of God.

Dave hung up. And unplugged the phone. With a fierce and bitter pain he stared at it, watching how, over and over again, it didn't ring.

I lose the thread

At times I suffer from the strangest sense of detachment from myself and the world about me; I seem to watch it all from the outside, from somewhere inconceivably remote, out of time, out of space, out of the stress and tragedy of it all.

By his monstrous way of life he seemed to have put himself beyond the limits of reality. Nothing moved him or spoke to him from the real world unless he heard in it an echo of the infuriated cries within him.

SITTING IN THE QUIET of his apartment's shaded living room, the Teacher chucked his Treo across to the couch

Football and me have never got on. My instinct and love for the harder end of contact had always meant I was perhaps a little too heavy-handed for football. Somehow it left me feeling unfulfilled.

I'm 53. I don't care about high school students. I find them irritating and uninformed.

It's terrible feeling like an eligible bachelor but no women seeming to agree with you.

While incarcerated, I had no bank statements, no bills, no credit history. In our interconnected world of big data, I appeared to be no different than a deceased person.

I didn't go to school, because I never stayed anywhere long enough, so I was completely closed off from the outside world. I had no idea about anything.

I got nothing. I got my shoes and my pants. I'm staying with a friend. I stop by my mother's every once in a while to get my calls. I don't want to be anywhere anybody can find me.

The whole world is out of step, apart from me.

Every time I stepped on the practice field when I was in San Diego, I dreaded going to work. It wasn't any fun. I didn't like the people I was playing with. They didn't like me.

We have no parlors anymore, no hearthsides. We have, rather, our family rooms in which light flickers from the widescreen multichannel TV on which we watch reruns of a life we are not familiar with. Kitchens are not cooked in, dining rooms go dusty. Living rooms are a kind of mausolea reserved for "company" that seldom comes.

This is the twenty-first century. We were supposed to be choking on overpopulation, eating Soylent Green, and joining gangs in the wasteland to protect our supplies of water and gasoline. Instead, we're put out when the Wi-Fi goes down on our flight to Orlando.

You really disconnect yourself from the world being in the middle of nowhere.

I am a man who believes nothing, hopes nothing, fears nothing, feels nothing. I am beyond the pale of humanity [...]

As always after drinking too much, I felt like my own ghost trying to take it's first solo walk outside the body.

Americans love to pick up, move on, start over. But instead of being somebody fresh and new, they become somebody lonely and lost, or, far too often these days, they become nobody at all, a machine for satisfying hunger, without loyalty or honor or duty.

They did not wait so eagerly for each new transmission from the ansible; the names that were famous on earth meant little to them now.

He found Reese asleep in a wrecked car behind the cabins. Suttree shook him gently awake into a world he wanted no part of. The old man fought it.

aber keine von ihnen war so recht bei der Sache und das Gefühl, das sich sonst sofort eingestellt hatte, wenn sie zusammen im Wohnwagen saßen, das Gefühl von Geborgenheit, von Freiheit und Freundschaft, wollte sich einfach nicht einstellen. Als hätte der Wohnwagen plötzlich Löcher und flüsterte ihnen all das über die Welt zu, was sie nicht wissen wollten.

He was wrong, somehow, and he wanted to be all right, but it was almost as if there was some secret nobody would tell him, so he was always going to be stuck outside.