Quotes About Alienation

I've been in rage all my life at this thing we call 'society'

We have all lost touch with life, we all limp, each to a greater or lesser degree.

I just can't get used to life.

They seemed disconnected, hollow somehow, deeply withdrawn.

Suicide was a crime. It was "alienating oneself from the people," according to what Chairman Mao said. So

The minutes of white-collar workers' lives were tapped out by typewriters and adding machines. They had the cheerfulness of robots, having lost the capacity to feel anything except boredom.

I think I feel not at home in America, but not necessarily at home outside of America.

Since antiquity, men have defined themselves by those who are excluded.

I don't think I am like other people. I mean on some deep fundamental level. It's not just being half a twin and reading a lot and seeing fairies. It's not just being outside when they're all inside. I used to be inside. I think there's a way I stand aside and look backwards at things when they're happening which isn't normal.

What I mean is, when I look at other people, other girls in school, and see what they like and what they're happy with and what they want, I don't feel as if I'm a part of their species. And sometimes--sometimes I don't care.

She knew perfectly well that things like parties and best friends and going to tea with people were fine for everyone else, because everyone else was "inside"--inside some sort of invisible magic circle. But Anna herself was outside. And so these things had nothing to do with her. It was as simple as that.

Deborah'?n, insan maddesi ta??sa bile, kendisiyle insan ?rk?n?n öteki üyeleri aras?ndaki mesafenin ne denli büyük geldiÄŸini bu insanlara anlatmas? olanaks?zd?.

Did you ever walk through a room that's packed with people, and feel so lonely you can hardly take the next step?

cut himself out of his own life, the

He was a shadow man, fighting to survive in a world that was never made for him.

Anfering sex for money is not a profession that glorifies women; it is a profession born of desperation, poverty, alieatioin, and loneliness.

On Hemingway: Have you noticed how lonely all people in his works are - no relatives, no family?

I suspected that if I kept up this curtailing, this cauterizing, all the distrust and systematic removal of myself from society, by age 20 it was more than likely I'd be at the stage of no longer opening my mouth to anyone, anywhere at all.

At ground level Alexanderplatz is a monstrous expanse of grey concrete designed to make people feel small. It works.

What can I do now? What am I to become? How can I live in this world I'm condemned to but can't endure? They couldn't stand it either, so they made a world of their own. Well, they have each other's company, and they are heroes, whereas I'm quite alone, and have none of the qualities essential to heroism - the spirit, the toughness, the dedication. I'm back where I was as a child, solitary, helpless, unwanted, frightened.

Like people who from a bridge watch fish swimming below them, we saw the outside world as an alien element where we could take no part. Isolated behind the glass of our lonely window we looked down on the daily life which was not for us.

She felt herself alone, lost like a stranger in some fantastic country whose language and mode of life were alike incomprehensible, surrounded by enemies in an atmosphere of suspicion and perpetually lurking, unimaginable dangers.

They've all been against me, ever since I can remember, even when I was six years old. What sort of human beings are these, who can be inhuman to a child of six? How can I help hating them all? Sometimes they disgust me so much that I feel I can't go on living among them - that I must escape from the loathsome creatures swarming like maggots all over the earth.

The men's tanned faces, the faces of the women, bright with cosmetics, all suddenly appeared similar, as though wearing identical masks; hard, smiling, decorative, devoid of feeling. Not one of the seemed capable of expressing affection or pity or any of the softer emotions. They frightened her, these gay, hard, animated, worldly masks; she would always be a stranger among them, lost, ill-at-ease, out of place.