Fragments Quotes

Los Angeles is a city looking for a ritual to join its fragments, and The Doors are looking for such a ritual also. A kind of electric wedding. We hide ourselves in the music to reveal ourselves.

The book is openly a kind of spiritual autobiography, but the trick is that on any other level it's a kind of insane collage of fragments of memory.

The emphasis has been on rights, not responsibilities. When it comes to piecing together the fragments of broken lives, we have tended to place the entire burden on the state and its agencies.

A hermit is one who renounces the world of fragments that he may enjoy the world wholly and without interruption.

Exile as a mode of genius no longer exists; in place of Joyce we have the fragments of work appearing in Index on Censorship.

In the drowsy dark cave of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.

What sticks to memory, often, are those odd little fragments that have no beginning and no end.

the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.

Trying to build myself up with the fact that I have done things right that were even good and have had moments that were excellent but the bad is heavier to carry around and feel have no confidence.

...from schools to universities to research institutes, we teach about origins in disconnected fragments. We seem incapable of offering a unified account of how things came to be the way they are.

Though I feared I would have no progress when I put down the drink, [my writing] hasn't changed. The creative search, and the fragments that I collect, reflects that.

Over the years, confusing fragments, lost corners of stories, have a clearer meaning when seen in a new light, a different place.

The aesthetic discussion of photography is dominated by the concept of time. Photographs appear as devices stopping time and preserving fragments of the past, like flies in amber.

You have not known even a fragment of My reality. The full nature of this reality can never be understood by anyone.

Industrialism implies technology and the cutting of time into precise fragments suited to the needs of the engineer and the accountant.

There is no complete life. There are only fragments. We are born to have nothing, to have it pour through our hands. And yet, this pouring, this flood of encounters, struggles, dreams...

Judaism, Christianity & Islam are innovations on fragments from the periphery of the African cultural and spiritual system.

Movies are a world of Fragments.

Only a literary work that reveals an unknown fragment of human existence has a reason for being.

With much care and skill power has been broken into fragments in the American township, so that the maximum possible number of people have some concern with public affairs.

Or is anyone's identity a matter of fragments held together by convenient or useful narrative, that in ordinary circumstances never reveals itself as a fiction? Or is it really a fiction?

What a strange joy it was to talk, to fish gleefully into the past and fling its fragments about us, with the unfailing aroma of pleasantness that pasts always seem to possess!

I like to think - knowing that it's an enabling fiction - of those moments as fragments from a world to come, a world where price isn't the only measure of value.

Although the theater is not life, it is composed of fragments or imitations of life, and people on both sides of the footlight have to unite to make the fragments whole and the imitations genuine.

Film is shot in fragments, and the same moments can be shot again and again until the director is satisfied.

Maybe there is hope in the fragments, that what is lost can always be filled in by someone who knows.

the moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy

Reality is a unified whole, but thought cuts it up into fragments.

The glass of your life is darkened, and darkly through it you see distorted and ghastly fragments of duty and destiny.

Where there is no desire or pursuits, there is no wholeness. But there are satisfying lesser states, fragments.

The pale and quiet moon Makes her calm forehead bare, And the last fragments of the storm, Like shattered rigging from a fight at sea, Silent and few, are drifting over me.

I write down portions, maybe fragments, and perhaps an imperfect view of what Im hoping to write. Out of that, I keep trying to find exactly what I want.

Literature is a fragment of a fragment. Of all that ever happened, or has been said, but a fraction has been written; and of this but little is extant.

The world is just going to continue to fragment, and that's a great thing.

Most of my videos consist of fragments, one or two minutes long. They are haikus or sketches. I have thousands.

I guess I'm just hopelessly fascinated by the realities that you can assemble out of connected fragments.

I think Pro Tools is pretty analogous to how people composed music on tape back in the 70s, taking little fragments of things and saying, 'How can we organize these in a sensible way'?

As someone who played music and never got famous, and remembers little fragments of that, I don't remember life as a dramatic flamboyant thing.

A fragment is not a fraction but a whole piece

He also keeps his silence when Bible passages become shredded to justify unwinding, and kids start to see the face of God in the fragments.

But I suspect that all writers come up with premises of some kind, fragments of narrative or scenarios, in the course of a working week.

the ice was not only broken; it was shivered into a million fragments

The wise man, the true friend, the finished character, we seek everywhere, and only find in fragments.

If you find a way to write with open heart to Diary, a friend with Truth, no detail spared, your tome like Petrarch’s works will contain the scattered fragments of your soul.

The stubbornest of wills Are soonest bended, as the hardest iron, O'er-heated in the fire to brittleness,Flies soonest into fragments, shivered through.

I see a poem as a multi-coloured strip behind peeling plaster, in separate, shining fragments.

God, it was good to let go, let the tight mask fall off, and the bewildered, chaotic fragments pour out. It was the purge, the catharsis.

An earnest purpose finds time, or makes it. It seizes on spare moments, and turns fragments to golden account.

For I have trained myself and am training myself always to be able to dance lightly in the service of thought

Wealth without real worthinessIs no good for the neighbourhood