Quotes About Disconnection

I turn the corner and go into the store and get what I need. The lady at the checkout asks me how I'm doing, and I know she doesn't really want to know so I don't say anything. These people always make me want to destroy.

He wanted and needed their love, but felt none towards them. He now had neither love nor humility nor purity

Yes, would have been,' he said sadly. 'He's precisely one of those people of whom they say that they're not meant for this world.

He looked at people as if they were things. A nervous young man across from him...came to hate him for that look. The young man lit a cigarette from his, tried talking to him, and even jostled him, to let him feel that he was not a thing but a human being, but Vronsky went on looking at him as at a lampost, and the young man grimaced, feeling that he was losing his self-possession under the pressure of this non-recognition of himself as a human being...

It was as if the working of his head had stripped the main screw that held his life together. The screw wouldn't go in or come out; it just turned without biting on anything, always in the same hole, and he couldn't stop it turning.

Vrea s? muÈ™te din fructul amar, dar f?r? s?-i guste am?reala. S? lucrezi în lume, dar s? nu simÈ›i nici un fel de dragoste pentru lume.

Request an apology when you believe you deserve one, but don't get in a tug of war about it. Instead, be a role model and tender a genuine apology yourself when an apology is due. Your willingness to apologize can be contagious and models maturity for your partner. Also, your non-apologizing partner may use a nonverbal way to reconnect after a fight, defuse the tension, or show you he's in a new place and wants to repair a disconnection. Accept the olive branch however it's offered.

I feel like a ghost, Edna. Like I've been buried alive. As far as the world's concerned, I was born the day I began to pass. I have no past, no loved ones, no memories, no me. No one really sees me or speaks to me or touches me.

Julia picked at her food, managing a bite every few minutes, like her body was an unloved pet that she was being forced to babysit.

But why is that so? These days many people feel disconnected from the religion of their childhood. I know many people who think of Sunday morning as an ideal time to surf news sites, update their Facebook page, and catch up on their e-mails. At the same time, the latest Pew religion research polls show that millions of people are interested in spiritual matters, though they are adherents of no particular religion.

Cut off from his religious, metaphysical and transcendental roots, man is lost; all his actions become senseless, absurd, useless.

I'm probably the worst Silicon Valley insider ever. I don't hang out with Silicon Valley people.

After the accident he lacked a sense of fully inhabiting his own life, as if he were still, somehow, tumbling through that tumbling air…He wasn't in despair, he was just tumbling, perpetually tumbling, relentlessly tumbling at the mercy of that terrible weightlessness and the betrayal of gravity…He was there, but he was always in that other place, the tumbling place, the place he was used to now.

I felt very little tenderness for her, she was a stranger to me, a stranger who did not think or feel as I did.

Dupa cateva experimente simple, a devenit clar ca oamenii care abandonasera gravitatia fusesera, la randul lor, abandonati de ea." (pag 143)

And I certainly like being on a plane, next to a stranger, having conversations that you'd never otherwise have. You're unplugged, your phone doesn't work, you're not online.

Basically, when I hear the words 'family drama,' I run in the opposite direction.

Maybe Larry was wrong about the word friend, maybe he'd been shoved away from everybody for so long all he was was a sponge for the wrongs other people did.

Yes, but Father," he wanted to say from the back seat of a rapidly filling bus, "you never told us how to spend time alone in the midst of half a million people. Here, stars don't shine at night, trees don't speak.

You never told us how to spend time alone in the midst of half a million people. Here, stars don't shine at night, trees don't speak.

The world's asleep,' Moomintroll thought. 'It's only I who am awake and sleepless. It's only I who have to wander and wander, day after day and week upon week, until I too become a snowdrift that no one will even know about.

Christine has that layer under her skin that cuts off her outside from her inside and allows no communication between the person she once believed she could be and the person she has in fact become. The one does not acknowledge the other's existence. The women from war are like that [...]

She was surprised at how warm and happy she felt to be back with her friends again. This was how she'd expected to feel among the SeaWings — like she was coming home. So why don't I?

He could not feel at ease with gourmets and hedonists; they were a hostile species.