Self Fragmentation Quotes

The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.

Science, literature, and common sense tell us that the self is a fickle thing, subject to revision in real time, and that the chasm that exists between any two people exists inside each and every one of us.

I have no personality, or I have three, depending on how you look at it.

I feel myself becoming less a person than a place, inhabited, a foreign land.

Managing life from our mental control towers, we have separated ourselves from our bodies and hearts.

Again I see you, But me I don't see!, The magical mirror in which I saw myself has been broken, And only a piece of me I see in each fatal fragment - Only a piece of you and me!

What was my body to me? A kind of flunkey in my service. Let but my anger wax hot, my love grow exalted, my hatred collect in me, and that boasted solidarity between me and my body was gone.

But it's no use now," thought poor Alice, "to pretend to be two people! Why, there's ahrdly enough of me left to make one respectable person!

Before this moment I'd lived as a mind. Body, heart, soul, intellect, so we care ourselves into parts. But the whole of us, what can it be?

I have spent so long erecting partitions around the part of me that writes - learning how to close the door on it when ordinary lfe intervenes, how to close the door on ordinary life when it's time to start writing again - that I'm not sure I could fit the two parts of me back together now.

For the world is broken, sundered, busted down the middle, self ripped from self and man pasted back together as mythical monster, half angel, half beast, but no man...Some day a man will walk into my office as a ghost or beast or ghost-beast and walk out as a man, which is to say sovereign wanderer, lordly exile, worker and waiter and watcher.

Each time we try to express ourselves we have to break with ourselves.

How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

If you are fragmented and uncertain, it is terrifying to find the boundaries of yourself melt.

I have so many different personalities in me and I still feel lonely.

The self...can split off from itself without being less. You are not a mini self, an adjunct to some super-being, never to share fully in its reality... you are that superself looking out through only one eye, or using just one finger.

In morality, man treats himself not as individuum but as dividuum.

My sexual nature is irrelevant. I'm an actor, I play roles, fragments of myself.

To split yourself in two is just the most radical thing you can do

Every time your picture is taken, you lose a part of your soul.

What the neurology tells us is that the self consists of many components, and the notion of one unitary self may well be an illusion.

Man is a flux of states of consciousness, a flow of passing thoughts, each thought of self another self, a myriad thoughts, a myriad selves, a continual becoming but never being, a will-of-the-wisp flitting of ghosts in ghostland.

The only obsession everyone wants: 'love.' People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you're whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You're whole, and then you're cracked open.

Everything around me is evaporating. My whole life, my memories, my imagination and its contents, my personality - it's all evaporating. I continuously feel that I was someone else, that I felt something else, that I thought something else. What I'm attending here is a show with another set. And the show I'm attending is myself.

I was trying to break out of the suburbs, and when I did break out, I don't think I took my whole self with me - I think I played a role of being too cool and hip.