Quotes About Alienation

Life has ill-prepared me for finding any enjoyment in a press of merrymakers.

London is not a good place to be when you are sad: so crowded it makes you feel lonely.

I could tell my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio.

Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.

It is only too clear that man is not at home within this universe, and yet that he is not good enough to deserve a better.

I was hardly fit for human society. Thus destiny shaped me to be a science fiction writer.

We thought we were the only thinking beings in the universe, until we met you, but never did we dream that thought could arise from the lonely animals who cannot dream each other's dreams.

And suddenly, the earth was an alien place, and she a voyager without sure destination.

There are people in our society who should be separated and discarded.

As a remedy to life in society I would suggest the big city. Nowadays, it is the only desert within our means.

Everyone is isolated from everyone else. The concept of society is like a cushion to protect us from the knowledge of that isolation. A fiction that serves as an anesthetic.

[M]odern society is indeed often, at least in surface appearance, nothing but a collection of strangers, each pursuing his or her own interests under minimal constraints.

They grew up on the outside of society. They weren't looking for a fight. They were looking to belong.

The gap between the young people and the rest of society is that...young people don't have hope.

En la historia del mundo, nunca antes los no-lugares han ocupado tanto espacio". Los

The Boov frowned. 'Now you sound like sheep.

If we find poetry in the service station and motel, if we are drawn to the airport or train carriage, it is perhaps because, in spite of their architectural compromises and discomforts, in spite of their garish colours and harsh lighting, we implicitly feel that these isolated places offer us a material setting for an alternative to the selfish ease, the habits and confinement of the ordinary, rooted world.

The twenty-four-hour diner, the station waiting room and the motel are sanctuaries for those who have, for noble reasons, failed to find a home in the ordinary world, sanctuaries for those whom Baudelaire might have dignified with the honorific 'poets'.

Two surviving human beings on the entire planet, Ruslan thought, and they can't stand each other. A fitting metaphor for the entire species.

Alone . . . alone . . . It echoed in her mind as she sat there. Under the weight of the loneliness Han's voice seemed to fade, and Maz Kanata's as well, until there was nothing surrounding her but a silence as deep and profound as the distant reaches of space itself.

I am tired of this world, these people. I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives.

It was as if life was one great big impersonal piece of machinery.

Deep down the fear of a man who lives in a world not made for him, whose own world is slipping away, dying, being destroyed, beyond any recall.

Regrettably, I paid far less attention to all those students less able to overcome the hostility and the sense of alienation they faced in mainly white schools. They faired poorly or dropped out of school. Truly, these were the real victims of the great school desegregation campaign.