Quotes About Alienation

Liberty, far from putting man in possession of himself, ceaselessly alienates him from his essence and his world

I don't like people. I don't like any kind of people. When you get them together in a big lump they all get nasty and dirty and full of trouble. So I don't like people including you. That's what a misanthropist is.

The best a writer can hope for is hatred by the masses, revulsion among one's peers.

Saya tadinya bersedia mencintai seluruh dunia, tapi tak seorang pun mengerti saya: jadi saya belajar membenci

I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them; I have nothing in common with them.

He thought: that's certainly how it starts. One day a person puts his legs up on a bench, then night comes and he falls asleep. That's how it happens that one fine day a person joins the tramps and turns into one of them.

She desired her own body, newly discovered, intimate and alien beyond all others, incomparably exciting.

caci, adeseori din clipa in care anumite fiinte umane formeaza o colectivitate, ele devin, unele pentru altele, niste ceruri straine.

não posso mais odiá-los, porque nada me une a eles; não temos nada em comum

Merely by being born intelligent, you right away find yourself in absolute exile.

A emigração é difícil também do ponto de vista puramente pessoal: pensa-se sempre na dor da nostalgia; mas o que é pior é a dor da alienação; o termo alemão die Entfremdung exprime melhor o que quero designar: o processo ao longo do qual o que nos for próximo se tornou estranho.

Yes," he agreed. "The more indifferent people are to politics, to the interests of others, the more obsessed they become with their own faces. The individualism of our time.

I have known no experience more distressing than the discovery that Negroes didn't love me. Unutterable loneliness claimed me. I felt without roots, like a man without a country.

I love playing outsiders, I always do.

No matter how close people get, they never reach each other. Including us now. Even now, there's a place where each of us is alone.

The common people know me, and I am master. But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for. I

Mas um estranho em uma terra estrangeira, ele não é ninguém; os homens não o conhecem, e não conhecer é não cuidar.

Misfits need misfits to worship. It was white kids trying to avoid being white adults; all of them going through the detour of punk culture to expend and waste their youth, because they all knew they were gonna die someday, bald, fat and stupid.

And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.

A vast and abandoned world laid out in anonymous grids and quadrants, a view that confirmed you were much more alone than you thought you were, a view that inspired the flickering thoughts of suicide.

and like in a movie I appear in front of the D'Agostino's, sale's clerks beckoning for me to enter, and I'm using an expired coupon for a box of oat-bran cereal and the girl at the checkout counter--black, dumb,slow-- doesn't get it, doesn't notice the expiration date has passed even though it's the only thing I buy, and I get a small but incendiary thrill when I walk out of the store, opening the box, stuffing handfuls of the cereal into my mouth, trying to whistle Hips to Be Square.

I'm having a sort of hard time paying attention because my automated teller has started speaking to me, sometimes actually leaving weird messages on the screen, in green lettering, like "Cause a Terrible Scene at Sotheby's" or "Kill the President" or "Feed Me a Stray Cat," and I was freaked out by the park bench that followed me for six blocks last Monday evening and it too spoke to me. Disintegration—I'm taking it in stride.

estaba tan por encima de la ciudad que tenías la impresión de contemplar un mundo enorme y abandonado que se extendía en cuadrículas anónimas, una vista que confirmaba que estabas mucho más solo de lo que creías.

While taking a piss in the men's room, I stare into a thin, web-like crack above the urinal's handle and think to myself that if I were to disappear into that crack, say somehow miniaturize and slip into it, the odds are good that no one would notice I was gone. No … one … would … care.