Quotes About Alienation

There is no solitude more dreadful for a stranger, an isolated man, than a great city; so many thousands of men and not one friend.

Only man has become an outsider - and because of his own efforts. On his own, he has separated himself from existence.

The loneliness of the man is slowly being borne in upon me. There is not a man aboard but hates or fears him, nor is there a man whom he does not despise.

I don't have a lot to share with other men. My heart sinks when I get into a taxi and someone starts talking to me about football.

A single sentence will suffice for modern man. He fornicated and read the papers. After that vigorous definition, the subject will be, if I may say so, exhausted.

Nothing again. No one is listening. No one is waiting to hear the kicking of a man above. It is unexpected. You have no ears for someone like me.

New York rose out of the water like a great wave that found it impossible to return again and so remained there in horror, peering out of the million windows man had caged it with.

Towns are after all excrescences, grey fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves.

Vaguely at first, then more distinctly, I realized that man is an eternal stranger on this planet.

The man whom society will not forgive nor restore is driven into recklessness.

But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.

The man in the street is always a stranger.

I feel like a stranger in my own world.

Boarding school didn't feel like my world, I felt like an alien; people there had a lot of money.

Prosperity makes few friends.

He had never been a social man. He had shunned causes with contempt and disgust. They were for pig-simple suckers and people with too much time and money on their hands

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.

One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in his bed he had been changed into a monstrous bug.

Mother my friends are no longer my friends And the games we once played have no meaning I've gone serious and shy and they can't figure why So they've left me to my own daydreaming.

I have never felt any connection with my family. There is—I must say simply—something in me that is not in my family. That was not visible in my father or mother. I do not know its origin.

I always felt like an outsider growing up. In school, I felt like I never fit in. But it didn't help when my mother, instead of buying me glue for school projects, would tell me to just use rice.

Nobody, she felt, understood her-not her mother, not her father, not her sister or brother, none of the girls or boys at school, nadie - except her man.

I am an Indian. In fact, I feel like a foreigner when I go abroad.

I don't know what she is now. A stranger, mostly. It's as if she has become a part of a different world, one that doesn't include me anymore....