Quotes About Disposability

It offended his sense of proportion and economy to throw away a ninety-percent serviceable string of lights. It offended his sense of himself, because he was an individual from an age of individuals, and a string of lights was, like him, an individual thing. No matter how little the thing had cost, to throw it away was to deny its value and, by extension, the value of individuals generally: to willfully designate as trash an object that you knew wasn't trash.

It offended his sense of himself, because he was an individual from an age of individuals, and a string of lights was, like him, an individual thing. No matter how little the thing had cost, to throw it away was to deny its value...

To your friends, you're like a trash bag they'll use you for a little bit, then they'll throw you out.

I'm a complete addict of The 'X Factor,' so I can see why everyone gets so inspired. But there's a downside to celebrity: your life is up for grabs, your career is much more disposable, and you are therefore vulnerable. It's a high price to pay.

Today's trend ends up in tomorrow's landfill.

Modernity means overabundance. We are living in the age of mass-produced objects, things that come without announcing themselves and end up on our tables, on our walls. We use them - most of us don't even notice them - and then they vanish without fanfare.

People are terrible. They can bear anything. Anything! People are hard and brutal. And everyone is disposable. Everyone! That's the lesson.

I have reached the stage now where luxury is not in fine possessions but in carefree possessions, and the greatest luxury of all would be the completely expendable.

The throwaway economy that has been evolving over the last half-century is an aberration, now itself headed for the junk heap of history.

Of all the waste we generate, plastic bags are perhaps the greatest symbol of our throwaway society. They are used, then forgotten, and they leave a terrible legacy.

Our myopic focus on producing and consuming as cheaply as possible has created a linear economy in which objects are briefly used and then discarded as waste.

Styrofoam and plastic milk jugs are biodegradable! Do you know what isn't biodegradable? Paper!

We lament the speed of our society and the lack of depth and the nature of disposable information.

A film writer is very much like a party girl. While you're good-looking and still unlined, the possibilities seem endless. But your appeal doesn't last long and you're quickly discarded.

Human bodies are such garbage bags.

I need a new friend. I need a friend, period. Not a true friend, nothing close or share clothes or sleepover giggle giggle yak yak. Just a pseudo-friend, disposable friend. Friend as accessory. Just so I don't feel or look so stupid.

Umbrellas are so small and sad and easy to forget.

Cuando la relación está inspirada por las ganas ("las miradas se encuentran a través de una habitación atestada"), sigue la pauta del consumo y sólo requiere la destreza de un consumidor promedio, moderadamente experimentado. Al igual que otros productos, la relación es para consumo inmediato (no requiere una preparación adicional ni prolongada) y para uso único, "sin perjuicios". Primordial y fundamentalmente, es descartable.

The marvels of today's modern technology include the development of the soda can, which when discarded will last forever ... and a $7,000 car which when properly cared for will rust out in two or three years." --Guido Sarducci

Loudspeakers should be made to be destroyed and... disposable.

If everything is disposable or recyclable, how does that make us feel about ourselves and each other?

The present generation has been born into a throwaway society of consumers in which both goods and young people are increasingly objectified and disposable.

A lot of new stuff just isn't having the same impact as it used to when people would wait for a specific DVD or video to come out and then watch it over and over and over. Now, it's a two-minute clip online and forgotten the next day.

He felt locked into Lane's version of him. Disposable. Occupying a space, a slot in the world, for no good reason. And therefore, in the end—after years of what he took to be closeness—not even worth a goodbye. He must be less than no one. Because no one, at least, contained possibility.