Quotes About Alienation

Al principio trataba de jugar con los otros, pero uno acepta cierto número de rechazos, hasta que se convierte en un solitario arrogante, de modo que parezca que se alejó primero.

Mold started to grow in my ears because no one ever spoke to me

Those whom we most love are often the most alien to us.

Increasingly, Christian life seems to be nothing more than a particular way of behaving, a code of good conduct. Christianity is increasingly alienated, becoming a social attribute adapted to meet the least worthy of human demands - conformity, sterile conservatism, pusillanimity and timidity; it is adapted to the trivial moralizing which seeks to adorn cowardice and individual security with the funerary decoration of social decorum.

No comer genera desgano, genera enemistades inexistentes, hace que quienes te aman muten en enemigos mortales. Hace que quieras huir de tu casa, de tu cuerpo, de tu cabeza: todo te agota, te hace sentir un cadáver odioso al que todos temen acercarse.

Kekejaman terburuk yang dapat menghancurkan nilai-nilai kemanusiaan adalah pengasingan. Dia dapat memutarbalikkan dan membelokkan kehidupan manusia.

The same feeling of not belonging, of futility, wherever I go: I pretend interest in what matters nothing to me, I bestir myself mechanically or out of charity, without ever being caught up, without ever being somewhere. What attracts me is elsewhere, and I don't know what that elsewhere is.

S? te plictiseÅŸti înseamn? s? te simÅ£i neconsubstanÅ£ial cu lumea.

They gave me a name and alienated me from myself.

She had no idea how to cope with life and she was only vaguely aware of her own inner emptiness. Were she capable of explaining herself, she might well confide: the world stands outside me. I stand outside myself.

Instead of obtaining myself by fleeing, I find myself forsaken, alone, tossed into a dimensionless cubicle, where light and shadow are quiet ghosts. In my interior I find the silence I seek. But in it I become so lost from any memory of a human being and of myself that I make this impression into the certainty of physical solitude. If I were to scream - already without lucidity I imagine - my voice would receive the same, indifferent echo of the walls of the earth

In my core I have the strange impression that I don't belong to the human species

I write because I have nothing else to do in the world: I was left over and there is no place for me in the world of men

And even though I'd gone into the room, I seemed to have gone into nothing. Even once inside it, I was still somehow outside. As if the room weren't deep enough to hold me and I had to leave pieces of myself in the hallway, in the worst rejection to which I'd ever fallen victim: I didn't fit.

If a perfect person from the planet Mars landed and discovered that Earthlings got tired and grew old, that person would feel pity and astonishment. Without ever understanding what was good about being human, in feeling tired, in giving out daily; only the initiated would comprehend this subtlety of defectiveness and this refinement of life.

The worst injury is feeling you don't belong so much to you—

It's so hard being goth. You have to have a bad time everywhere.

It is the destiny of the emigrant that the foreign land does not become his homeland: his homeland becomes foreign.

For Marcuse, the distinguishing features of a human being are free and creative subjectivity. If in one's economic and social life one is administered by a technical labor apparatus and conforms to dominant social norms, one is losing one's potentialities of self-determination and individuality. Alienated from the powers of being-a-self, one-dimensional man thus becomes an object of administration and conformity.

Le persone si riconoscono nelle loro merci; trovano la loro anima nella loro automobile, nel giradischi ad alta fedeltà, nella casa a due piani, nell'attrezzatura della cucina. Lo stesso meccanismo che lega l'individuo alla sua società è mutato, e il controllo sociale è radicato nei nuovi bisogni che esso ha prodotto.

The slaves of developed industrial Civilization are sublimated slaves, but they are slaves, for slavery is determined "neither by obedience nor by hardness of labour but by the status of being mere instrument, and the reduction of man to the state of a thing.

Solitude, the very condition which sustained the individual against and beyond his society, has become technically impossible.

A city is a large community where people are lonesome together.

Now I was someone else. We knew each other in a way we no longer were and never would be again. Being a stranger is hard, but being a stranger when you're so impossibly close is unbearable.