Quotes About Alienation

And writing is not enough for me to declare: I found my presence filling in absence and whenever I searched for myself I found others and whenever I searched for them I found only myself the stranger Am I a crowd of one?

One of us... One of them... One of us... One of them... A rhythm playing like train wheels on a circular track -- never ending but going nowhere.

More and more I was beginning to feel like a spectator in my own life.

They are no longer human beings. I don't know any other way to describe them. There is something about them that causes an instinctive reaction of "wrong!" in normal people—

The resurrection at our awakening-after that beneficent attack of mental alienation which is sleep-must after all be similar to what occurs when we recall a name, a line, a refrain that we had forgotten. And perhaps the resurrection of the soul after death is to be conceived as a phenomenon of memory.

No banishment, indeed, to the South Pole, or to the summit of Mont Blanc, can separate us so entirely from our fellow creatures as a prolonged residence in the seclusion of a secret vice, that is to say of a state of mind that is different from theirs.

You travel certainly, in every sense of the word. But you take with you everything that you have been, just as the landscape stores up its own past. Because you were once at home somewhere, you are never an alien anywhere.

Because you were once at home somewhere, you are never an alien anywhere.

The commercial edge of so-called progress has cut away a huge region of human tissue and webbing that held us in common with one another.

We have fallen out of belonging.

Relations were never good (how comfortable can you really be with a race that sees you as a nutritious part of a complete breakfast).

Beyond my failings as a racist, I knew I was not wanted in the South. When people are engaged in something they are not proud of, they do not welcome witnesses.

Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world. They got no family. They don't belong no place. They

The political reality Steinbeck examined in Of Mice and Men, set a "few miles south of Soledad"—Spanish for "solitude"—is the intense loneliness and anger engendered by hopelessness.

But this tractor does two things—it turns the land and turns us off the land. There is little difference between this tractor and a tank.

If I felt like a fish out of water in my family, I felt like a fish on Mars in Adam's circle.

employers sense in me a denial of their values...they fear me. i suspect that they can see that i am forced to function in a century which i loathe.

It might, too, have been the singular cold that alienated me; for such chilliness was abnormal on so hot a day, and the abnormal always excites aversion, distrust, and fear.

Fear makes strangers of people who should be friends.

I'm afraid of them and they don't like me because I'm afraid.

Since every effort in our educational life seems to be directed toward making of the child a being foreign to itself, it must of necessity produce individuals foreign to one another, and in everlasting antagonism with each other.

A ressurreição ao despertar — após esse benéfico aspecto de alienação mental que é o sono — deve assemelhar-se no fundo ao que se passa quando encontramos um nome, um verso, um estribilho esquecido. E a ressurreição da alma após a morte talvez seja concebível como um fenômeno de memória.

that healing attack of mental alienation which is sleep

He didn't seem conventionally insane in any way that I could understand. But there was no way of comprehending him. In some eerie and fundamental way, he didn't appear to belong to our world. But that didn't seem the same as being mad.