Quotes About Disconnection

Sad sex is the saddest sex of all.

Everything seems to be working. Except me. I'm broken.

My mother could see that as far as my father's relationship with the Party was concerned, she was an outsider. One day, when she ventured some critical comments about the situation and got no response from him, she said bitterly, You are a good Communist, but a rotten husband! My father nodded. He said he knew.

A strange thing the face. I never felt anything about it at any given time, but when i found i didn't have one, I felt as if half the world had been torn away from me

There's no scandal involved," she said airily. "I have no connection with you whatsoever. I have nothing to do with you. You are a thimble filled with water next to my ocean. You are a grain of sand to my beach. You are a tiny star in the sky. You're nothing to me.

sick of floating between disaster points like an amoeba inside a petri dish.

Nothing again. No one is listening. No one is waiting to hear the kicking of a man above. It is unexpected. You have no ears for someone like me.

Not only does the world scarcely know who the Latin American man is, the world has barely cared.

But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.

I feel like a stranger in my own world.

Sensitivity and money are like parallel lines. They don't meet.

A schizophrenic is a person who already has a natural tendency to absent himself from this world.

I don't know what she is now. A stranger, mostly. It's as if she has become a part of a different world, one that doesn't include me anymore....

It's hard for me to think of others because I'm not particularly in sympathy with the music of this century.

One must flee those places where life throbs and seek out lonely spots untouched by human hand in order to lift the magic veil of nature

Divorced from the cosmos, from nature, from society and from each other, we have become fractured and fragmented.

Well, it looks as if the top part fell on the bottom part.

In fact, the likeliest reason why so many of us care so little about politics is that modern politicians makes us sad, hurt us deep down in ways that are hard even to name, much less talk about.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.

So without an original or helpful thought in my head, I just sat for some minutes and watched these poor disconnected people shuffle past. Then I did what most white Australians do. I read my newspaper and drank my coffee and didn't see them anymore.

So removed had the British now become from their Indian subjects, and so dismissive were they of Indian opinion, that they had lost all ability to read the omens around them or to analyse their own position with any degree of accuracy. Arrogance and imperial self-confidence had diminished the desire to seek accurate information or gain any real knowledge of the state of the country.

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.

the friend neither sang of grief, nor open his heart to me he muttled in his inquisition and wasted his life and his dreams