Quotes About Disconnect

And I hear nothing because it's like the volume button has been turned down on our lives and nobody has anything to say anymore." "I want to be an adjective again. But I am a noun.

I look at him. "It's odious," he says. "Detention?" I ask, confused. "Huh?" We have no idea what the other is talking about. "What's odious?" I ask. "O.D.S," he says, pointing to his discman and obviously referring to some dropkick band. Like I really care.

Man is a creature of Heaven and earth, but he no longer knows it. He no longer knows himself.

I just went off for two months traveling around Europe on a motorcycle and pretty much turned my phone off. I did 5 000 miles with my dad. We went through Holland, Germany, Austria, Slovenia, Croatia, Bosnia, Montenegro, Italy... and then I did Spain and France by myself.

Bannon described Trump as a simple machine. The On switch was full of flattery, the Off switch full of calumny. The flattery was dripping, slavish, cast in ultimate superlatives, and entirely disconnected from reality: so-and-so was the best, the most incredible, the ne plus ultra, the eternal. The calumny was angry, bitter, resentful, ever a casting out and closing of the iron door.

La civilización ha desnaturalizado así al animal que somos para transformarnos en observadores del mundo al precio de una deplorable incapacidad para olerlo y degustarlo. Así es como nos apartamos cada vez más de lo real para contentarnos con gozar de las imágenes que lo representan.

There's an abrupt disconnect, of course, that comes from leaving behind all things time and space and learning to maneuver in the unseen. The nature of this transition depends entirely on the beliefs of the dearly departed at the time of transition, because their beliefs and thoughts carry over to their new environs. Even there, thoughts become things, only they become things bigger and faster, arranged to match the expectations of new arrivals, often in the twinkling of an eye.

My advisers built a wall between myself and my people. I didn't realize what was happening. When I woke up, I had lost my people.

I am forced to admit that I am, to them, nothing but a series of destinations with no meaningful expanses in between.

I always related to the pain of others; I had become numb and unaware of my own.

We did not go out of each other's lives in a blaze of anger. We simply fell out of the habit of speaking. We lost our common language and so lost everything. There was nothing for us to say.

For her the room turned cold, the colorful people surreal, as if normalcy was a gift others shared without her.

It's like she's the living dead,' says Pauline. 'A long time ago, I lost her. I talk, and there's no reaction. Sometimes, when she laughs, or something in the tone of her voice - then I recognise the way we were twenty years ago. You fill in the gaps and the memories. Then she leaves again. You say goodbye all the time.

When we're online, we're often oblivious to everything else going on around us. The real world recedes as we process the flood of symbols and stimuli coming through our devices.

The connection between doing and knowing is breaking down.

Automation severs ends from means. It makes getting what we want easier, but it distances us from the work of knowing.

One of the big changes in politics has been because families, individuals, have felt worried, insecure... worried about the economy, worried about their jobs, worried about their kids' futures... actually the disconnect between the public and media discourse and people's everyday concerns has become bigger not smaller.

That's what I was gonna do, and I wasn't going to hurt. And if you shut yourself off and say, "This isn't going to hurt me," you can't shut it down without shutting it down totally. I closed myself down so much that I was making it, doing great with surviving – but my soul was completely encased.

That's what cell phones are for—to mask our rapidly progressing helplessness vis-à-vis the real world when we find ourselves face to face with it.

Father was talking with a guest in the next room, and my words were meant for him. Needless to say, they never reached his ear, let alone his heart.

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J'aime la lecture car c'est la seule conversation à laquelle on peut couper court à tout instant, et dans l'instant.

And so he waited by himself, leaning against a stone wall away from the other kids as they squealed and laughed and looked at their phones as if nothing in the world was wrong, as if nothing in the whole entire universe could ever happen to them.

Happily there seemed to be an actual human choosing songs with abandoned disconnect.