Fragments Quotes

“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.”
― Marilyn Monroe, Fragments: Poems, Intimate Notes, Letters

“A piece of art comes to life, when we can feel, it is breathing, when it talks to us and starts raising questions. It may dispel biased perceptions; make us recognize ignored fragments and remember forsaken episodes of our life story. Art may sometimes even be nasty and disturbing, if we don’t want to consent to its philosophy or concept, but it might, in the end, perhaps reconcile us with ourselves. ("When is Art?")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“If we take the time to unravel the surreptitious fragments from the past that are veiled in the muddle and jumble of our memory, we may single out the essentials for the present that might be best shots for the future. (Never looking back again", )”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Seriously, how many times can a person break before the only things left are shattered fragments too small to piece back together?”
― Jay McLean, Kick, Push

“This ME
made whole by
combining countless fragments
could not live in any one part
with complete ease.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“Great ideas emerges from useless fragments of thoughts.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“I have always been tormented by the image of multiplicity of selves. Some days I call it richness, and other days I see it as a disease, a proliferation as dangerous as cancer. My first concept about people around me was that all of them were coordinated into a whole, whereas I was made of multitude of selves, of fragments.”
― Anaïs Nin, Summary & Study Guide The Diary of Anais Nin Volume One by Anais Nin

“Like the cotton-carder who combs tangled cotton into a long bundle of fibre, you take all my knotted fragments and comb them into light.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“wings greater than wings
wings greater than walls”
― Sun Ra, This Planet is Doomed: The Science Fiction Poetry

“So much of life is invisible, inscrutable: layers of thoughts, feelings, outward events entwined with secrecies, ambiguities, ambivalences, obscurities, darknesses strongly present even to the one who's lived it- maybe especially to the one who's lived it. I didn't seek to find her, wandered instead within and among her fragments of language-notebooks, drafts, journals, fictions, letters, essays, and found there whole worlds like spinning planets, lived in their cold light and burning light, wondering where I was, where they might take me. Curious, I heard a monster's voice and followed-”
― Laurie Sheck, A Monster's Notes

“Tis better not to be than to vilely live."

"Greedy of gain is every barbarous tribe.”
― Sophocles, Fragments

“Evil gains work their punishment.”
― Sophocles, Fragments

“(Sartre) (The world is full without me, as in Nausea; the world plays at living behind a glass partition; the world is in an aquarium; I see everything close up and yet cut off, made of some other substance; I keep falling outside myself, without dizziness, without blue, into precision.”
― Roland Barthes

“These fragments, these shivers of my heart
Are mere lifetimes enclosed in a minute”
― Zubair Ahsan, Of Endeavours Blue

“Promises not kept, plans which aren’t made are “Commitments” in fragments… - Cocoy McCoy -”
― Cocoy McCoy

“During all of dinner the singing went on upstairs, and no one said a word.”
― Shirley Jackson, Come Along With Me

“North Star: If you give these fragmented parts enough light and air, amazing things happen. You learn that everyone can be on deck and unafraid: your gremlin selves and your holy selves.”
― Helen S. Rosenau, The Messy Joys of Being Human: A Guide to Risking Change and Becoming Happier

“I'm not sure how you do this
to me. I barely remember you whole,
just the hair or beard,
the legs, arms, all separate,
never as one man who searched
desperately in the dark
for music without words
to make love to.”
― Ruth Ellen Kocher, When the Moon Knows You're Wandering

“I tread towards a dim shimmer on the horizon's edge,
But as I persist, its glow seems to dim
A fading promise, as love's final sigh nears,
I'm drawn into the silent embrace of love's ending tears.
I loved deeply, perhaps more than was wise,
For love, I surrendered, reshaped my life's ties.
Now, a fragment of who I once was, seems astray,
The agony lies in not recognizing my way,
Lost in a love, where I can't discern my own gaze.”
― Rolf van der Wind

“Ghosts carry fragments of bone
into a portion where the earth is scatheless & place
them on the anther & filaments of roses.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta, Ghost Tracks

“Information does not make a philosophy, information only makes a memory, what makes a philosophy is the way ideas are rotated in the head, and this matter depends on different forms of experimentation, not on settled and codified ways of thinking.”
― السعيد عبدالغني

“It appears that the paradigm of the modern Church has mainly been based on some fragments of the truth rather than the comprehensive totality of understanding God and His Kingdom”
― Sunday Adelaja

“Instead of adding forms where nothing existed, I would recollect the fragments I'd left behind. If I left something in every city I've ever lived, with every person I've ever loved, at every building I've ever called home, then I would go looking.”
― Xuan Juliana Wang, Home Remedies

“Hur många fragment av onödiga kunskaper finns det egentligen i en människa som har nått femtionio år? Och kanske är de inte alldeles onödiga? Kanske är det av fragmenten som man i grund och botten består? Passioner, känslor, längtan, ja till och med hat kommer och går. Det är fragmenten som blir kvar och som lever sitt myllrande liv, ungefär som myrorna i myrstacken. Valmiki, den store hinduiske asketen och mystikern, satt stilla så länge att myrorna byggde en stack kring honom. "Valmiki" betyder, som alla förstår, "myrstack" på sanskrit.”
― Lars Gustafsson, La clandestina

“Att språngvis och på ett fullständigt oförutsägbart sätt kasta sig från den ena meningslösa kunskapen till den andra. Ur tanke i tanke. Det var av sådana mängder av näst intill oanvändbara tankar, av ett sammelsurium av fullständigt meningslösa kunskaper som en människa bestod. Kanske var det av sådana fragment som verkligheten bestod? I politiska kampanjer i televisionen brukade man kalla det för sound bites. De korta effektiva raderna som lyste till, som för ett ögonblick fångade det sällsyntaste och värdefullaste som fanns: de andra människornas fulla uppmärksamhet. Det mänskliga medvetandet var i själva verket inte alls så olikt televisionen. Hade det inte, precis som televisionen, en massa kanaler som man hela tiden hoppade mellan? Och bestod det inte av en ständig, aldrig riktigt vilande ström av fragment, ibland som de där meningslösa kunskaperna, ibland som ett plötsligt smärtsamt barndomsminne, ibland bara en smygande ängslan. Och på ett och annat ställe i denna ström kunde det blänka till. En snabb liten fisk. En sound bite.”
― Lars Gustafsson, La clandestina

“You care and its all over the place.”
― Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters

“The past is like a broken mirror— you don’t remember but fleeting glimpses of it, sparse moments over many years, all combined in that distorted and fragmented picture. Whenever you try to gather the fragments of the past, it hurts your soul, just as shards of broken glass hurt your fingertips while trying to collect them from the ground.”
― Ahmed Salah Al-Mahdi

“Some days are for falling in love with someone, and others are for gathering your pieces and reconstructing yourself.”
― Shahid Hussain Raja

“The young Prince arrived in this world, lost and very frightened. The thread he had followed was broken, and he had no means of spinning another. His friend, the Spider Mage, was too far away to hear his cries, and this world of cruelty and noise was too much for him. Even the air was unbreathable. And so he crept into World Below, and wept to himself in the darkness. As he wept, his grief was so great that he broke into a cloud of butterflies and moths, each one a fragment of himself, that scattered into the darkness of the tunnels beneath the city. Some of them found their way to the light. Others stayed in the darkness. Some slept. And they became two separate groups-- one living underground, one in the light, both yearning for the world they had left, and for the chance to be whole again.”
― Joanne Harris, The Moonlight Market

“The Mage's powers were almost gone, and his web, which had once spanned the worlds, had shrunk to little more than rags.
And yet he clung to the hope that somehow the lost Prince could be found; his Aspect made whole, his inheritance restored. Using his web of dreams, he found fragments of the Prince that had been forgotten and overlooked, cocooned in the darkness of London Beyond. And he placed each one of these cocoons with a human family, good folk oblivious to their origin, unmindful of their destiny. Thus were these royal hatchlings kept far away from the two warring tribes until it was time for their coming of age, and for the plan that the Spider Mage had formed to be put into action.”
― Joanne Harris, The Moonlight Market