Quotes About Alienation

I think about going away myself, living a whole different life, like I could exist on a different planet and this life wouldn't know about me, and I wouldn't know about it.

We are becoming like cats, slyly parasitic, enjoying an indifferent domesticity. Nice and smug in "the social," our historic passions have withdrawn into the glow of an artificial coziness, and our half-closed eyes now seek little other than the peaceful parade of television pictures.

There is nothing more mysterious than a TV set left on in an empty room. It is even stranger than a man talking to himself or a woman standing dreaming at her stove. It is as if another planet is communicating with you. Suddenly the TV reveals itself for what it really is; a video of another world, ultimately addressed to no one at all, delivering its own message.

Dzi?ki temu,?e powiedzia? mi,i? nie ?yj?,pogodzi?em si? z faktem,?e ludzie wyrzucili mnie ze swoich my?li

Day by day, month by month, doubt by doubt, law and order became fascism; education, constraint; work, alienation; revolution, mere sport; leisure, a privilege of class; marijuana, a harmless weed; family, a stifling hothouse; affluence, oppression; success, a social disease; sex, an innocent pastime; youth, a permanent tribunal; maturity, the new senility; discipline, an attack on personality; Christianity... and the West... and white skin...

Your universe has no meaning to them. They will not try to understand. They will be tired, they will be cold, they will make a fire with your beautiful oak door...

I would never be part of anything. I would never really belong anywhere, and I knew it, and all my life would be the same, trying to belong, and failing. Always something would go wrong. I am a stranger and I always will be, and after all I didn't really care.

On the way back something very strange happened. I didn't realize I was going to say it, but I said out loud, "I wish I was dead"... the love and the beauty and the ecstasy of the whole experience I'd just gone through were really so alien. I didn't even know the man... it had been a one-night jag... he was married and had children... and I just felt lost. It hardly seemed worth living any more because once again I was alone.

Social life almost ceased. Even in church, each worshipper was wary of his neighbour.

Half of the time I don't know what they're talking about; their jokes seem to relate to a past that everyone but me has shared. I'm a foreigner in the world and I don't understand the language.

An diesem Abend drehte sich das Gespräch um die unendlichen, glorreichen, immensen Perspektiven der neuen Kommunikationsformen und insbesondere des Internet. Charles war nicht damit einverstanden: Hinter dem technischen Flitterwerk, sagte er, lauere eine neue Art der Entfremdung, die nur zu noch größerem Konsumverhalten und weiterem Verlust an Realitätsbewusstsein und menschlichen Werten beitragen werde.

Artists are men who want to become inhuman.

Cities are the abyss of the human species.

To be sane in a world of madman is in itself madness.

I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in . . . but my place is nowhere; I am unwanted.

It's like you can't have a real conversation with anyone.

I'm quite sure more people fake an awful lot of everyday human contact. I just fake all of it." --Dexter

I never much understood the point of the world of men. How they fed off each other. How they motivated themselves. I mean, I got the purpose, but I navigated that world the way an astronaut would an alien landscape. Trying not to breathe the same air. Which was impossible, of course.

That's the problem with people who are not human. You can't tell how badly they're hurt, or how much they need your help, and until you ask, they don't always know how to tell you.

What does she think it feels like, having everybody telling you you're strange, you're different, you don't go along with the crowd, you don't play what we like to play, you don't think what we think, what's wrong with you? As if it never occurs to them that there might be something wrong with them. It feels like claws ripping you to pieces. And if you don't believe you can rise from the fire, then you'll just shrivel up and die inside

Estaba solo, era ajeno al mundo. Sintió que siempre había estado a un lado, mirando pasar automóviles, personas, sucesos.

I shall never forgive myself. Nor shall I ever forgive the world for having pushed me against the wall, for having turned me into a stranger, for having awakened in me the basest, most primitive instincts.

Life? I no longer care to live. I am alone. But I wanted to come back to warn you. Only no one is listening to me …

There was something strange about this country of America, something that they all seemed to share and understand and she did not.