Quotes About Alienation

Indeed, the commotion of the spirits and humors may be so great that such appearances may even occur to those who are awake, as is seen in mad people, and the like. So, as this happens by a natural disturbance of the humors, and sometimes also by the will of man who voluntarily imagines what he previously experienced, so also the same may be done by the power of a good or a bad angel, sometimes with alienation from the bodily senses, sometimes without such alienation.

The thinking man always finds himself in a gigantic orphanage in which people are continually proving to him that he has no parents.

To be cut off, to be left solitary; to have a world alien, not your world; all a hostile camp for you; not a home at all of hearts and faces who are yours, whose you are! It is the frightfullest enchantment; too truly a work of the Evil One. To have neither superior, nor inferior, nor equal, united manlike to you. Without father, without child, without brother. Man knows no sadder destiny.

Most of all, he would have been alienated by America's determined, self-centered individualism

People would get up and leave so they would not have to sit anywhere near me.

I'm Japanese, and I'm also white American, and neither camp wants me in their camp.

I was neither black enough for the black kids or Dominican enough for the Dominican kids. I didn't have a safe category.

I can't imagine painting my face in a team colour and roaring with delight as a multi-millionaire kicks a ball at a net.

I have no connection to Chicago.

I ain't got no friends.

I thought I had a talent for alienating people, but I have no idea what it is that doesn't go over.

No one cares about you when you're in jail.

If you're living a nice lifestyle and you have no problems, you put on our record, you won't get it.

my friends don't seem to be friends at all but people whose phone numbers I haven't lost.

I had wanted to kill myself, not because I hated living, but because I loved it. And the truth of the matter is, I think that a lot of people who think about killing themselves feel the same way. They love live but it's all fucked up for them We were up on that roof because we couldn't find a way back into life, and being shut out of it like that...It just fucking destroys you, man.

You know that things aren't going well for you when you can't even tell people the simplest fact about your life, just because they'll presume you're asking them to feel sorry for you. I suppose it's why you feel so far away from everyone, in the end; anything you can think of to tell them just ends up making them feel terrible.

Years later, Tony would discover that writers never felt they belonged anywhere. That was one of the reasons they became writers. It was strange, however, failing to belong even at a party full of outsiders.

Marcus was difficult simply because he frequently gave the impression that he was merely stopping off on this planet on his way to somewhere else, somewhere he might fit in better.

By the early seventies I had become an Englishman – that is to say, I hated England just as much as half of my compatriots seemed to do.

It made him different, and because he was different he felt uncomfortable, and because he felt uncomfortable he could feel himself floating away for everyone and everything.

It was strange, however, failing to belong even at a party full of outsiders.

By the early seventies I had become an Englishman - that is to say, I hated England just as much as half my compatriots seemed to do. I was alienated by the manager's ignorance, prejudice and fear, positive that my own choices would destroy any team in the world, and I had a deep antipathy towards players from Tottenham, Leeds, Liverpool and Manchester United.

Do you really feel that out of place, that lonely? Because I feel that lonely, too. Sometimes I feel like I'm just watching my daily life play out on a giant projection screen, while I'm living my real life in my head, or something. I don't know. If I was in a room with a thousand people, I'd still feel alone.

If at large gatherings or parties, or around people with whom you feel distant, your hands sometimes hang awkwardly at the ends of your arms - i you find yourself at a loss for what do with them, overcome with sadness that comes when you recognize the foreignnes of your own body - it's because your hands remember a time when the division between mind and body, brain and heart, what's inside and what's outside, was so much less.