Quotes About Disconnection

Depersonalization—Detachment from one's self, e.g., a sense of looking at one's self as if one is an outsider.

You could have a family of one and still drive them apart.

It's so hard, because so much of the time when I'm here, what you're seeing is not what I'm seeing. I feel like such an imposter. I'm out in my ocean, and you don't know that. And I can't tell you what's going on. Sometimes I'd really like to tell you, but I can't. I'm gone.

All I wanted to do was watch media and not exist. I said, You know I don't like fun.

I am tired of the whole concept of humans right now.

I don't know what I want. I said that at some point, I think. But it isn't that, it's that I don't want anyone to tell me what I want, or to make decisions for me. That's why I left you, Dr. Mensah, my favorite human. By the time you get this I'll be leaving Corporation Rim. Out of inventory and out of sight. Murderbot end message.

I can't do even the half-assed version of this stupid job if I have to talk to humans.

But while so many white Americans are unaware of conditions inside the ghetto, there are very few ghetto dwellers who are unaware of the life outside. The television sets bombard them day by day with the opulence of the larger society.

Zwei Freunde, die einander nicht sagen können, dass sie keine mehr sind - das ist das elendste Verhältnis überhaupt

I hope somebody cares because I sure don't. I sure don't. Not anymore. I'm ashamed to go around my family. I'm too embarrassed to confide in my friends. Outside of work I don't have a life.

these white people have lost their own gods and mislaid their souls. They have trouble dealing with reality, with death.

Pushing away doesn't cause things to come together, all it causes is for things to be pushed away.

I have a friend who tells a tale With statements parenthetical; To start at the beginning must To her seem quite heretical; For her accounts of happenings Are full of disconnection s; She starts them in the middle, And proceeds in all directions.

Pero se está convirtiendo en un ordenador sin sistema operativo, en un teclado sin Enter, en un triste monitor de fósforo verde, en… —¡Marc!

Toronto is the greatest and happiest city on earth, but despite that — maybe because of that — it made me unhappy, as I just lived in an apartment there, never seeing anyone. Once I went to watch the Blue Jays play baseball, but being surrounded by so many people who I knew I could never connect with was the thing that made me want to [leave].

No, thou art come too late, Empedocles! And the world hath the day, and must break thee, Not thou the world. With men thou canst not live, Their thoughts, their ways, their wishes, are not thine; And being lonely thou art miserable, For something has impair'd they spirit's strength, And dried its self-sufficing font of joy.

Also, I don't really keep up with the news. I watched CNN once, but that was only because I couldn't get to the remote control without dislodging the catheter.

And there I was with the stars hanging above my house like live wires and the night sky the color of stockings. I stuck out my tongue to taste the sky but could not taste. I inhaled deeply but could not smell. I used to look to the sky for comfort and now there was nothing, not even a seam, and I looked down and saw that it did not even reach the ground. And my only company was the satellites counting their sleep

Technology is the knack of so arranging the world that we don't have to experience it.

Svijet mi je odjednom postao tajna, i ja svijetu, stalni smo jedan prema drugome, za?u?eno se gledamo, ne raspoznajemo se, ne razumijemo se više.

Nikog ne poznajem, i nemam nikakvih obaveza osim da ostanem neprimije?en. Osje?am se izdvojen, stran, ništa nije moje, i mogu da budem nadmo?an, i surov. Udaljujem ih od sebe, potirem crte lica, gušim glasove do neprepoznavanja, prekidam svaku ljudsku vezu izme?u sebe i njih, posmatram ih obesmišljene, puštam da žive preda mnom bez moje pomo?i, sami sobom, bez mog razumijevanja i podrške, bez mog opravdanja i kritike, bez moga u?eš?a.

All that reading took. It became as basic as any other need. To be lost in a novel meant you were not lost in your own life, the drafty, disorganized, lumbering bus of a house, the disinterested parents.

When you located someone from the past online, it was like finding that person trapped behind glass in the permanent collection of a museum. You knew they were still there, and it seemed to you as if they would stay there forever.

When you realize, you have no idea what's going on in your kid's head? One morning, you wake up and there's this alien in your house. They look like your kid, sound a little like them, but they are not your kid. They're something else that you don't know.