Quotes About Alienation

The walls are white as the white suits, polished clean as a refrigerator door, and the black face and hands seem to float against it like a ghost.

Man will do away with anything that threatens him with loneliness—even himself.

There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.

In this passionately social world, loneliness dogged the spirit. People were constantly "getting together," but they never really got there…For everyone searched his neighbor's eyes for the image of himself, and never saw anything else. Or if he did, he was outraged and terrified.

I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind.

An isolated person is doomed beyond remedy." Yasmina Khadra, Swallows of Kabul

The world shrivels me day by day.

People feel politics isn't about their lives.

The evolution of Homo Sapiens into self-consciousness alienated the human species from the rest of the world, which became objectified for us as we became subjects looking out at it. This original sin is passed down to every generation as a linguistically conditioned and socially maintained illusion that each of us is a consciousness existing separately from the world.

Whitman would be appalled in the 1850s when holiday celebrations began to be mass-oriented spectacles manipulated by professionals. One of his most famous poetic lines—" I celebrate myself"—can be taken, on one level, as an attempt to restore the idea of celebration, which was fast becoming coldly manipulative, to the personal and genuinely celebratory.

One single gift acknowledged in gratefulness has the power to dissolve the ties of our alienation.

For a while I saw myself as an outcast from an America that had always been mine.

I lean back and tilt my head so all I see are the clouds in the sky. I'm looking back inside my head with my eyes wide open. I still don't know where I'm going; I decided I'm not crazy or alien. It's just that I'm more like one of those kids they find in remote jungles or forests []. A wolf child. And they've dragged me into this fucking schizo-culture, snarling and spitting and walking around on curled knuckles.

Sometimes I come to hate people because they can't see where I am. I've gone empty, completely empty and all they see is the visual form; my arms and legs, my face, my height and posture, the sounds that come from my throat.

The English language needs a word for that feeling you get when you badly need help, but there is no one you can call because you're not popular enough to have friends, not rich enough to have employees, and not powerful enough to have lackeys. It is a very distinct cocktail of impotence, loneliness and a sudden stark assessment of your non-worth to society? Enturdment?

The English language needs a word for that feeling you get when you badly need help, but there is no one who you can call because you're not popular enough to have friends, not rich enough to have employees, and not powerful enough to have lackeys.

The English language needs a word for that feeling you get when you badly need help, but there is no one who you can call because you're not popular enough to have friends, not rich enough to have employees, and not powerful enough to have lackeys. It's a very distinct cocktail of impotence, loneliness and a sudden stark assessment of your non-worth to society. Enturdment?

Raskolnikov realised in that moment that it was no longer possible for him to talk to anyone about anything, ever.

The days are very alike here, the hours of darkness long and bleak, and I am a stranger to myself.

To friends and eke to foes true kindness show; No kindly heart unkindly deeds will do; Harshness will alienate a bosom friend. And kindness reconcile a deadly foe.

Cuando uno es repudiado por el principal objeto de su amor, es fácil que se le instale la sensación general de estar de sobra;

La soledad suele ser el territorio del destierro para el hombre verdaderamente libre

I have become a queer mixture of the East and the West, out of place everywhere, at home nowhere.

If men were from Mars and women from Venus, I was from an unknown star in neither orbit. My sensitivity, as finely honed a skill as I possessed, still lacked a working edge with my Andrea.