Quotes About Alienation

We live in such an alienated and busy culture that the simple act of genuinely smiling at somebody is quite rare on a day-to-day basis.

Although I'm afraid I don't get too many clients these days!

Conor was no longer invisible. They all saw him now. But he was further away than ever.

You always assume you're the least-wanted person there. The one everyone else could do without.

He was no longer invisible. They all saw him now. But he was further away than ever.

I feel like I'm at the bottom of a well. I feel like I'm way down this deep, deep hole and I'm looking up and all there is is this little dot of light and I have to shout at the top of my lungs for anyone to hear me and even when I do, I say the wrong thing or they don't really listen or they're just humouring me.

The rest of us just have to live here, hovering around the edges, left out of it all, for the most part.

There are worse things than being invisible, the monster had said, and it was right. Conor was no longer invisible. They all saw him now. But he was further away than ever.

How can invisible men make themselves more lonely by being seen?

The Third Tale There was once an invisible man who had grown tired of being unseen. It was not that he was actually invisible. It was that people had become used to not seeing him. And if no one sees you, are you really there at all? And then one day the invisible man decided, I will make them see me. He called for a monster.

Hay cosas peores que ser invisible", había dicho el monstruo, y tenía razón. Conor ya no era invisible. Ahora todos lo veían. Pero estaba más lejos que nunca.

And so he waited by himself, leaning against a stone wall away from the other kids as they squealed and laughed and looked at their phones as if nothing in the world was wrong, as if nothing in the whole entire universe could ever happen to them.

You know what's strange?" I said to him through the door. "I tried to think of something funny I could do while you were gone, but I couldn't." I looked around at the room. "I think that means humor is rooted in social transgression. I can't transgress because I can't figure out what would be socially unacceptable. Everything seems the same to me.

He was so full of disgust, disgust at the world and at himself, that he could not weep.

Until now he had thought that it was the world in general he had wanted to squirm away from. But it was not the world, it was the people in it.

And the awful thing was that Grenouille, although he knew that this odour was his odour, could not smell it. Virtually drowning in himself, he could not for the life of him smell himself!

As he began to withdraw from them, it became clear to Grenouille for the first time that for eighteen years their compacted human effluvium had oppressed him like air heavy with an imminent thunderstorm. Until now he had thought that it was the world in general he had wanted to squirm away from. But it was not the world, it was the people in it. You could live, so it seemed, in this world, in this world devoid of humanity. On

Until now he had thought that it was the world in general that he wanted to squirm away from. But it was not the world, it was the people in it. You could live, so it seemed, in this world, in this world devoid of humanity.

From very early on in my childhood - four, five years old - I felt alien to the human race. I felt very comfortable with thinking I was from another planet, because I felt disconnected - I was very tall and skinny, and I didn't look like anybody else, I didn't even look like any member of my family.

We were the rebels without a cause and he was our Sal Mineo.

I would later make large detailed drawings of these humorously humiliating moments for Robert. He delighted in them, seeming to appreciate all the qualities that repelled or alienated me from others. Through this visual dialogue my youthful memories became his. I

What Salinger found when he examined their world in a fiercely realistic way was an assemblage of unhappy people living unfulfilled lives.

The only person I knew how to be with now was myself - but I wasn´t really anyone, and I wasn´t really alive. I was just someone who pretended to be alive, a dead mean who spent his days translating a dead man´s book.

To feel estranged from language is to lose your own body.