Quotes About Estrangement

Now yet again I discover I do not have the language, the lingo, to talk to her about this, or about anything. We have neglected the tiny sentences of life and now the big ones are beyond our reach.

My mother would disown you before you even joined the family. But not in the fun way where you never hear from her again. You'd still have to be around her. You'd just never be allowed to forget how you wronged her. It would be a life sentence.

They had always been comfortable together. She could hardly bear to be in his company now and to feel a stranger.

Of course, it was all a wild dream, anyway. She could never enter into high society again.

He always felt a pang of something—anger? bitterness? loneliness?—when he heard Christina laugh. She seemed able to do it with everyone except him.

No one could have convinced her six years before that the day would come when she and Robert would sleep under the same roof, in separate bedrooms, not only strangers to each other, but bitter strangers.

Everywhere I see bliss, from which I alone and irrevocably excluded.

I am not well; I am tired with this comfortless estrangement from all that is dear to me.

It's sad to say, but as much as I cared for the Old Man, and worried about him, I was glad not to have to live with him. I just left him to himself and never looked back.

You get used to it, not in the good way, to the extent of the entire world oftentimes feeling like a place where you weren't invited. If you've been here, you know. If not, must be nice.

No dictionary has words that can make Lev understand estrangement between a father and son.

He's not my biggest fan right now. He's probably even deleted me from his Facebook page.

Sometimes it's heartbreaking to see your siblings as the people they've become. Maybe that's why we all stay away from each other as a matter of course.

The truth was, Roger and I hadn't been close since Dad's trial. Maybe that was a euphemistic way of putting it. I didn't like the guy, and he didn't like me either. We barely tolerated each other.

I am not a man of my time. In fact I find it hard not to declare myself its enemy. Not, as I often remark, that I fail to understand it. My comment is merely a pious one. Because I am easy-going I prefer not to be aggressive or hostile and therefore I say that I do not understand those matters which I ought to say I hate or despise. I have sharp ears but I pretend to be hard of hearing, finding as I do that is more elegant to feign this handicap than to admit that I have heard some vulgar sound

Perhaps the only possible answer to the primal estrangement is re-presentation, the constantly renewed ordering of the metaphoric experience and its re-enactment in the maturation process of the individual. And what representation is more elemental than reflection?

I don't watch 'American Idol' - that'd be like getting divorced from somebody and then hanging out with them.

Something ignoble, loathsome, undignified attends all associations between people and has been transferred to all objects, dwelling, tools, even the landscape itself.

Although Salinger had long since cut me out of his life completely and made it plain that he had nothing but contempt for me, the thought of becoming the object of his wrath was more than I felt ready to take on.

The only home for an exile is exile.

She was as sated with him as he was tired of her. Emma had rediscovered in adultery all the banality of marriage.

despising the world as if they had access to other and preferable spheres of entity.

The attraction remains because there is something about him that I can't reach, something strange and estranging. I like seeing him from a distance. I know that. I like to see him in a room full of people when he looks like a stranger, and then to remember that I do know him and that I will be going home with him.

But the disparaging of those we love always alienates us from them to some extent. We must not touch our idols; the gilt comes off in our hands.