Henri Bergson Quotes

We can either grow together or grow apart. At the moment we are growing apart.

My abiding theme is separations.

Divorced from the cosmos, from nature, from society and from each other, we have become fractured and fragmented.

I'm used to living in a disassociated universe.

Each secession destroys the unity of a nation.

It falls apart now. They used to be intrinsically linked. Now they've been driven so far apart that I don't think the one has anything to do with the other. Even more so: I think that there is almost a reaction against style, that brute ugliness somehow has been interpreted as being the way to go.

If we don't come apart; we will come apart.

He [Ma's Tooth] was part of her a minute ago but now he's not. Just a thing.

If you disaggregate, things fall apart.

Six hours a day I lived under school discipline in active intercourse with people none of whom were known to those at home, and the other hours of the twenty-four I spent at home, or with relatives of the people at home, none of whom were known to anybody at school.

When you look at it that way, you can see how absurd it is that we individualize ourselves with our fences and hoarded possessions.

'Lost' seems to be the inverse of 'Air': It explores dispossession and identity by forcing a bunch of people into one invented landscape instead of using many invented landscapes to keep people apart.

Something there is that does not love a wall.

Individualism, one of the great achievements of Western civilization, is now accompanied more and more by such phenomena as fragmentation, solitude, egocentricity and the disintegration of solidarity

The separation is perfect, complete, and perpetual.

Disunion is the only alternative that is left us

The extremes of society are being driven further and further apart.

As much as we might look for opportunities to keep Iraq together, we need to be prepared for the reality that it's not going to stay together.

Sometimes the wheels just fall off a relationship.

We've taken the world apart but we have no idea what to do with the pieces.

Their object is disunion.

Only ways you can keep folks hating is to keep them apart and separated from each other.

In the space which thought creates around itself there is no love. This space divides man from man.

I think we have a tendency in America to keep dividing ourselves, separating ourselves from each other.

Love joins and then divides. How else would we be growing?