Quotes About Alienation

but as he no longer stands on his native soil, his art can't possibly have roots. An artist creates true art for his people only as long as he lives, and suffers, among them.

I am a man who believes nothing, hopes nothing, fears nothing, feels nothing. I am beyond the pale of humanity [...]

Jews are always strangers,' Harriet thought

The only antidote to the loneliness of the streets was the streets themselves.

The essential reason for my loneliness is that I don't even know where I belong.

Evet, ama bir tiyatrocu! diye düÅŸündü. Bir aile ona ne kadar uzak!

These sights spoke of a strange and powerful loneliness.

They did not wait so eagerly for each new transmission from the ansible; the names that were famous on earth meant little to them now.

But most of those to whom Ender's Game feels most important are those who, like me, feel themselves to be perpetually outside their most beloved communities, never able to come inside and feel confident of belonging.

I am a son of David and Jeanine O'Toole. I am a son of Earth. And you, you bug-eyed bastards, cannot have my mind.

That's the problem with winning right from the start, though Ender. You lose friends.

You've got to do something with your life,' said Mazer. And there it was: The tacit recognition that Ender wasn't going home. That he was never going to lead a normal life on Earth.

It was Ender whose previous victories taught the enemy to think of us as one kind of creature, when we are really something quite different. He pretended all this time that humans were rational beings, when we are really the most terrible monsters these poor aliens could ever have conceived of in their nightmares.

Tomorrow at the press conference would be dreadful. She would be surrounded by nice young men who spoke Big Business or Computer or Bachelor on the Make, and she would not understand a word they said. Short Story: Blued Moon

The truth is that the forms I see have been slowly emptied out. They no longer have any content. They are shapes only. A train, a wall, a world. Or a man. A thing dangling in senseless articulation in a howling void. No meaning to its life. Its words. Why would I seek the company of such a thing? Why?

I would like to belong but I dont.

in that cold autistic dark.

Best way to live in California is to be from somewheres else. Probably the best way is to be from Mars.

Well. I guess what I understand is that at the core of the world of the deranged is the realization that there is another world and that they are not a part of it.

Usually, the embrace of deviance comes not because of some innate perversity but because of a preexisting dissatisfaction with the world as it stands acquired through alienating experiences of one sort or another.

though it's a shame, what's been done to people these last hundred years: men turned into nothing but labor-insects, and all their manhood taken away, and all their real life. i'd wipe the machines off the face of the earth again, and end the industrial epoch absolutely, like a black mistake. but since i can't, an' nobody can, i'd better hold my peace, an' try an' life my own life: if i've got one to live, which i rather doubt.

She, herself, was so forlorn and unused, not a female at all, just a mere thing of terrors.

Oh, what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was made personal, merely personal feeling. This is what is the matter with us: we are bleeding at the roots because we are cut off from the earth and sun and stars. Love has become a grinning mockery because, poor blossom, we plucked it from its stem on the Tree of Life and expected it to keep on blooming in our civilized vase on the table.

She looked at him, and oh, the weariness to her, of the effort to understand another language, the weariness of hearing him, attending to him, making out who he was, as he stood there fair-bearded and alien, looking at her. She knew something of him, of his eyes. But she could not grasp him. She closed her eyes.