Quotes About Alienation

I discovered that I am tired of being a person. Not just tired of being the person I was, but any person at all

They stopped talking the moment they saw me, as if they were speaking some language I couldn't even begin to understand. And they probably were.

It's strange to be so physically close to someone who's so distant

Ya no siento lealtad hacia estos monstruos llamados seres humanos, a pesar de ser uno de ellos.

I'm so alone it's like being dead but still conscious.

Marx here saw all production up to that point as alienated. Alienation did not begin with capitalism, or even with feudalism. It has been the companion of humanity ever since the beginning. He did not, as is often asserted, have any notion of an Edenic primitive condition.

I feel like sometimes that I was not meant for this society.

When you grew up like me and my four brothers, you end up feeling somewhat inadequate, like somehow you don't count. I was very ill as a child and in and out of hospital. That sort of alienates you, and in my songs I put that to good use.

I liked the idea of being from 'somewhere else.' I do think that's inherited. My father never had a fixed sense of where home was, and for my sister and me, it is much easier not to belong than to belong.

We certainly cannot have any further political connection with the Whigs of the South; they have rendered such connection impossible. An impassable gulf separates us, and must here-after separate us.

She inhabited a world from which I was excluded, and she had left me in an immense empty space.

Foreign to knowledge, mystery to senses, alien to emotion: LOVE.

Ela tem esse efeito para todas aquelas pessoas cuja força de vontade é fraca, devido a longos hábitos estabelecidos de alienação. Ela tem o efeito oposto em todos aqueles que não foram enfraquecidos pela alienação. O não alienado esbarra com o fracasso ou com a derrota temporária, mas a sua reação para todas as formas de adversidade é positiva. Ele luta em vez de desistir. E acaba ganhando.

I suspect that they put Socrates to death because there is something terribly unattractive, alienating, and nonhuman in thinking with too much clarity.

I knew I did not belong.

Always moving around and never having any friends or anything.

I think poets are people who are like this; for whatever reason you feel psychological exile because you're always an outsider...

If self-esteem is the conviction that one's mind is competent to grasp and judge the facts of reality, and that one's person is worthy of happiness—pathological anxiety is the torment of a person who is crippled or devastated in this realm, who feels cut off from reality, alienated, powerless.

It [the scarlet letter] had the effect of a spell, taking her out of the ordinary relations with humanity, and enclosing her in a sphere by herself.

Every gesture, every word, and even the silence of those with whom she came in contact, implied, and often expressed, that she was banished, and as much alone as if she inhabited another sphere, or communicated with the common nature by other organs and senses than the rest of human kind.

In all her intercourse with society, however, there was nothing that made her feel as if she belonged to it.

I don't know how best to explain how I felt at that moment. Perhaps, for the first time, it was the sadness of knowing that the world had no place for me.

In the end the three of them were so completely estranged that it was hard to understand why they even lived together.

I clearly wasn't in the inner circle, nor was I a member of the orbiters. I wasn't sure if I even fit into the category of outsider. Then was I even lower than garbage? Was it my lot in life to stand forever on heaven's shores watching the glittering swirl of celestial bodies on the other side?