Quotes About Alienation

NajchÄ™tniej jestem sam, wtedy nikt mi nie przeszkadza. Bo wszyscy stale wracajÄ… do tematu [...]. Z pewnoÅ›ciÄ… i ja tak dawniej ?yÅ'em, ale teraz nie umiem siÄ™ do tego przystosowa?. Za wiele gadajÄ…. MajÄ… troski, cele, ?yczenia, których nie mogÄ™ ujmowa? tak jak oni. [...] Tak sÄ… podzieleni, rozdrobnieni, ?aden nie odczuwa tego caÅ'ym swym jestestwem; ja sam nie umiem dobrze okreÅ›li?, co mam na myÅ›li.

Words, Words, Words—they do not reach me.

He is right. We are not youth any longer. We don't want to take the world by storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in war.

Non siamo più spensierati, ma atrocemente indifferenti. Saremmo lì, nel paesaggio della nostra giovinezza, ma sapremmo viverci? Abbandonati come bambini, disillusi come anziani. Siamo rozzi, tristi, superficiali. Io penso che siamo perduti.

but a sense of strangeness will not leave me. I cannot feel at home among these things. There is my mother, there is my sister, there my case of butterflies, and there the mahogony piano, but I am not myself there. There is a distance, a veil between us.

Erich Maria Remarque

I am aware that I, without realizing it, have lost my feelings -- I don't belong here anymore, I live in an alien world. I prefer to be left alone, not disturbed by anybody. They talk too much - I can't relate to them -- they are only busy with the superficial things

Hai ragione: non siamo più giovani, non ci interessa più dare l'assalto al mondo. Siamo dei profughi, fuggiamo da noi stessi. Avevamo diciott'anni, e cominciavamo ad amare il mondo e l'esistenza: ci hanno costretti a spararle contro. La prima granata ci ha colpiti al cuore. Siamo esclusi ormai dall'attività, dal lavoro, dal progresso, non ci crediamo più. Crediamo alla guerra.

There is no place suitable to my kind of mentality

You are all a lost generation. [with credit to Gertrude Stein]

I felt very lonely when they were all there.

When you cannot make friends any more in your head is the worst.

lumpenproletariat.

But the world they were in was not the world he was in.

It's not that I hate people. I'm just indifferent to them—or rather, they disgust me; and they'd better keep out of my way, or I'll run them down.

EDMUND: It was a great mistake, my being born a man, I would have been much more successful as a sea gull or a fish. As it is, I will always be a stranger who never feels at home, who does not really want and is not really wanted, who can never belong, who must always be a little in love with death!

As it is, I will always be a stranger who never feels at home, who does not really want and is not really wanted, who can never belong, who must always be a little in love with death.

EDMUND: [...] A fost o mare greÈ™eal? c? m-am n?scut om. M-aÈ™ fi descurcat mai bine ca pesc?ruÈ™ ori peÈ™te. AÈ™a, o s? fiu mereu un str?in care nu se simte niciodat? în largul lui, care nu doreÈ™te cu adev?rat È™i nu e dorit cu adev?rat, care nu poate s?-È™i g?seasc? niciodat? locul È™i care trebuie s? fie tot timpul un pic indr?gostit de moarte. (Eugene O'Neill - Lungul drum al zilei c?tre noapte)

And when comfort is what we want, one of the most powerful tonics alternative medicine offers is the word 'natural.' This word implies a medicine untroubled by human limitations, contrived wholly by nature or God or perhaps intelligent design. What 'natural' has come to mean to us in the context of medicine is 'pure' and 'safe' and 'benign'. But the use of 'natural' as a synonym for 'good' is almost certainly a product of our profound alienation from the natural world.

The problem has not been finding a place where I belong, which is how a children's book might tell it, but of finding ways of insisting on belonging nowhere.

Leslie didn't feel welcome, though she recognized that this was, again, mostly her problem. Wasn't alienation always your own fault? People were what they were. You could either get in line and find a way to make it work or be a soul adrift upon the wandering etc. People could surprise you. People were interesting. The problem was you.

I don't even like most people.

Czarnow?osy, chudy i smag?y, wygl?da? na Cygana albo na kogo?, kto znalaz? si? tutaj przypadkiem. On zawsze wygl?da? tak, jakby si? przysiad?, bo akurat by?o wolne miejsce. My?la?, kpi?, nudzi? si? na w?asny rachunek.

Nothing about him reminded me of humanity.