Quotes About Alienation

The thing I don't understand is why so often one hears discussion of the fruits of human labor as if it's all the creation of some alien race.

New Labour has systematically alienated section after section of the coalition we need to win and retain power.

Historically the delusional conclusion that the diversity of forms in which humankind is created means that some bear God's likeness more than others has led to hatred and violence. Through such alienation from one another, the rest of creation, and God, we humans have failed to realize our full humanity.

Under favorable conditions, man's energies are put into the realization of his potential...Under inner stress, however, a person may become alienated from his real self. He will then shift the major part of his energies to the task of molding himself, by a rigid system of inner dictates, into a being of absolute perfection.

For what is war renowned? He divides. He carves down the middle and makes enemies of even brothers and sisters, parents and offspring.

Sometimes I feel like I'm looking at someone else," he said. "Sometimes it seems like I'm getting further away

The intellectual desolation, artificially produced by converting immature human beings into mere machines.

The less you eat, drink, buy books, go to the theatre or to balls, or to the pub, and the less you think, love, theorize, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you will be able to save and the greater will become your treasure which neither moth nor rust will corrupt—your capital. The less you are, the less you express your life, the more you have, the greater is your alienated life and the greater is the saving of your alienated being.

The less you eat, drink and read books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public house; the less you think, love, theorize, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you save-the greater becomes your treasure which neither moths nor dust will devour-your capital. The less you are, the more you have; the less you express your own life, the greater is your alienated life-the greater is the store of your estranged being.

It just hurts too much to feel. As a result, we lose touch with others and find ourselves more and more removed, isolated, and alone. We also become detached from the world. Our sensibilities slowly glaze over, become numb and may eventually turn off. At this juncture, we become dis-connected, not only from others, but from our Self This condition occurs unconsciously as a result of being human and alive.

knew that this was the world I was in now, a vile dirty place where I was alone, alone, alone.

The hesitations and doubts that are present at many points in modern theology do not in themselves indicate a deep and final uncertainty ... an alienation from the gospel.

In the end, they didn't like her because they didn't like her. She wasn't going to reason them out of their dislike. She wasn't going to teach anyone anything.

People in the city are poor because they are oppressed, discriminated against and alienated; people in the country are poor because they're too stupid to realize they ought to be living in the city.

The war was the height of human frailty and viciousness, yet I have seen immortal psychopath in the shaving mirror. There is some awful, inherent, self-destructive, race-destructive flaw in man. We pretend we live in a state of history but we don't. We don't even live in a state of nature like animals. We are outsiders - the prowling aliens against whom all the wolf fires have been lit.

We're all aliens to someone. Even among our own people, most of us still feel like complete foreigners from time to time.

Neighbors aren't really neighbors anymore. They're strangers, for the most part.

An overcrowded world is the ideal place in which to be lonely.

It's a funny thing in my job: you remain perpetually lonely in a world where loneliness is the rarest commodity.

It's so quiet. More than anything, the silence makes me feel what I've lost. The Earth is no longer ours.

So I must ask myself, what role can I play in a world where men worship the moving-picture box, where they make and consume potions that eat away their own brains, where they ravage and pillage entire mountains, kill the very earth itself? "Mankind has lost its connection to the land, to the earth, to the beasts and spirits. They gather their food not from the forest and fields, but from plastic bins and ice boxes.

Disconnection is disease.

There is no Road to Damascus moment, no flash of light; rather it is the story of a young man whose spiritual life was increasingly in conflict with the world around him. This is an early expression of Calvin as a stranger in a foreign land.

I am alienating, alienated and socially homeless . . . I am seven years old.