Quotes About Disconnect

Sentivo che non ero, non ero mai stato e non sarei mai stato una parte vivente di questo mondo straordinariamente solido e profondamente significativo che mi circonda.

What we got here is a failure to communicate.

Sometimes the only logical thing to do when someone you love hurts you, is to disconnect, eject, proceed and Move on.

You won't look in my eyes anymore, I guess you realized I ignore.

I didn't stop loving you. I just stopped showing it, because no matter how hard I tried, you just wouldn't get it.

Life without you is like; Facebook without friends, Youtube without videos, and Google with no results...

Our expression and our words never coincide, which is why the animals don't understand us.

When we get these thruways across the whole country, as we will and must, it will be possible to drive from New York to California without seeing a single thing.

And the owners not only did not work the farms any more, many of them had never seen the farms they owned.

My mother isolated herself from all family and friends for some 20 years. And never met her grandchild, my son.

Life is way too short to safely remove a USB.

Jak przysta?o na tryb wakacyjny, wszelki zwi?zek z rzeczywisto?ci? usta?, od tego bowiem s? wakacje, ?eby od ?ycia odpocz??.

Beyond all our Blackberries and iPhones, we're dangerously separated from our food and water supplies.

Give me a night by the fire, with a book in my hand, not that flickering rectangular son of a bitch that sits screaming in every living room in the land.

Everyone marveled--between courses at The Palm--at how out of touch Mittens was.

When anger trawls the internet, Looking for a hook; It's time to disconnect, And go and read a book.

We might have to, sometimes, be brave enough to switch the screens off in order to switch ourselves back on. To disconnect in order to reconnect.

We can think about anything. And so it makes sense that we end up sometimes thinking about everything. We might have to, sometimes, be brave enough to switch the screens off in order to switch ourselves back on. To disconnect in order to reconnect.

I wanted to psychologically disconnect myself. To be a self-sustaining market, psychologically speaking. To be comfortable with my own mistakes, knowing that every human is more than them. To allow myself to realize I know my inner workings better than a stranger does. To be able for other people to think I was a wanker, without me feeling I was one. To care about other people, but not about their misreadings of me within the opinion matrix of the internet.

I read news websites—another distraction—and my mind couldn't take it. The knowledge of so much suffering in the world didn't help put my pain in perspective. It just made me feel powerless. And pathetic that my invisible woes were so paralyzing when there were so many visible woes in the world. My despair intensified. So I decided to do something. I disconnected.

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

Where'd that world go, that world when you're a kid, and now I can't remember noticing anything, not the smell of the leaves or the sharp curl of dried maple on your ankles, walking? I live in cars now, and my own bedroom, the windows sealed shut, my mouth to my phone, hand slick around its neon jelly case, face closed to the world, heart closed to everything.

We might miss the days of being unreachable.

Left alone with the dial tone...excuse me, operator, why is no one listening?