Quotes About Alienation

It has been said that people of the modern world suffer a great sadness, a "species loneliness"—estrangement from the rest of Creation.

And I'd figured out that no one cared, not really. No one gave a shit about anything but himself. People were addled by their own chatter, their own personal litany of fears and insecurities, self-loathing, and selfish desires. Hardly anyone could hear over that. I was invisible if I wanted to be.

I don't know what she is now. A stranger, mostly. It's as if she has become a part of a different world, one that doesn't include me anymore....

I feel a little sorry for him," Jonas said, "even though I don't even know him. I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.

Perhaps a creature of so much ingenuity and deep memory is almost bound to grow alienated from his world, his fellows, and the objects around him. He suffers from a nostalgia for which there is no remedy upon earth except as it is to be found in the enlightenment of the spirit--some ability to have a perceptive rather than an exploitive relationship with his fellow creatures.

Those are the love killers. They love you and then they kill you. They're from another planet. Supposedly.

She was on the outside here too, just like at school. Even in the circular room, with all the fish swimming around her, she was on the outside. She was in the middle, but on the outside.

The people stared through her as though she were invisible until she thought she was, and walked more easily then, just a cloud reflected in a stream.

Frank incessantly gambled in stocks and commodities, further alienating his more prudent brother.

It seems that Frank alienated virtually everyone in the building and was increasingly ostracized.

Ser maldito es saber que tu discurso no puede tener eco, porque no hay oídos que lleguen a entenderte. En esto se parece a la locura. Ser maldito es no coincidir con tu tiempo, con tu clase, con tu entorno, con tu lengua, con la cultura a la que se supone que perteneces. Ser maldito es desear ser como los demás pero no poder. Y querer que te quieran pero sólo producir miedo o quizá risa. Ser maldito es no soportar la vida y sobre todo no soportarte a ti mismo.

Sentirte loco es sentir que de algún modo ya no perteneces a la especie humana.

convertirse, en ocasiones, en perfectos extraños. Y los peores son los extraños bien sincronizados, aquellos que entran y salen juntos, que van de vacaciones, que cenan con los amigos y jamás discuten, pero que luego, cuando están los dos solos, ni se miran a los ojos, sideralmente separados por el telón de hierro de todo lo que han dejado de compartir y decirse.

Wolf Pack, ye have cast me out too. The jungle is shut to me and the village gates are shut. Why?

Other people were in one world; he was in a second. And the distance between their worlds caused other concern and perplexity made them curious about him -- for here he was alone in his world; and there they were gathered together in theirs.

Even when you're talking to them face to face you have this feeling of not connecting, as if the words just pass through them. Sometimes they remind me of the Invisible Man, but I've never quite understood why they end up that way.

In Japan, even when you're alone, you're never really that lonely. But the loneliness you feel living among people with differently coloured skin and eyes, whose language you don't even speak very well - that sort of loneliness is something you feel down to the marrow of your bones.

Men today are such a lonely breed

she does not suspect how much reason I have for deprecating all sympathy.

Jeg kommer netop nu fra et Selskab, hvor jeg var Sjælen; Vittigheder strømmede ud fra min Mund, alle loe, beundrede mig - men jeg gik, ja den Tankestreg bør være ligesaa lang som Jordbanens Radier ------------------------------- hen og ville skyde mig selv.

Because the comic hero deviates, by the nature of his role, from social norms, he leads an alienated existence: he is slapped, reviled, insulted, treated as an outcast, disinherited. Yet he bears everything with the rigid patience of the wise Fool, whose foolery is in his passport to safety. (In his introduction to Habiby's Secret Life of Saeed the Pessoptimist)

Because the comic hero deviates, by the nature of his role, from social norms, he leads an alienated existence: he is slapped, reviled, insulted, treated as an outcast, disinherited. Yet he bears everything with the rigid patience of the wise Fool, whose foolery is in his passport to safety. (In her introduction to Habiby's Secret Life of Saeed the Pessoptimist)

let me belong again to that faraway place I left so long ago, from which I am alienated, and which has forgotten me, in which I am an alien now even though it was the place where I began, let me belong again, walk those streets knowing they are mine, knowing that my story is a part of those streets, even though it isn't, it hasn't been for most of a lifetime, let it be so, let it be so

This was what was left of a human individual when you took away his home,his family, his friends, his city, his country,his world: a being without context, whose past had faded, whose future was bleak, an entity stripped of name, of meaning,of the whole of life except a temporarily beating heart.