Quotes About Alienation

While everyone was out playing dodgeball, I was lying on the blacktop waiting for a UFO to take me out of elementary school.

Being a kid, as all kids do, you feel out of place or like kind of a freak. You wake up feeling like your head got put onto someone else's body that day.

When I went around promoting 'Crumb,' there would be days I'd wake up in, like, Houston or Cleveland, and I'd step outside the hotel and get no idea where I was. It all looks the same: one big corporate, consumer theme park. It's all, 'Here's the Starbucks, and here's the Gap, and we'll go over to Banana Republic and the Cineplex.'

At North Hollywood High School, I was shunned by everyone. I would sit down in the cafeteria, and students would get up from the table and walk away. They thought I was from the Mafia.

I walk into a restaurant, and people stare as though I've just landed from another planet. Every time I walk out in public, it's like the alien freak show has arrived. It does have its advantages. I hardly ever get bothered by the paparazzi, probably because of some of the more edgy characters I've played in movies.

I felt different from everyone else - like an alien. The looks I received when I was 320 pounds were ones usually reserved for three-eyed monsters, half-man half-woman reptiles, creatures with hideous rolls of skin that sweated profusely and jiggled when they walked. That last one really was me.

I've never been in a place where I've walked in the street and actually feel home, where I don't feel like a refugee.

There was a time when my siblings could have walked up to me and we could have had a conversation and I wouldn't have recognized them as my blood.

Most of my films seem to be about people bewildered by the world around them, who don't fit into it and are trying to understand it.

For me, I feel like horror space has always been a space of the other, even when it's not people of color or black people. That has always drawn me to it, and I've been a big fan.

I'm British - ostensibly British - but I don't know where I really belong, you know?

I was raised in Brussels as a Belgian but, at the same time, feeling that I wasn't necessarily from here.

I wasn't bullied or anything, but I didn't really fit in.

I grew up in a very small conservative town and as a result there were a lot of people who didn't like what I did. So I would say for anyone who is dealing with bullying, regardless if it's not to do with being a medium, I know what it's like to be alienated and feel different.

I don't think you ever know in yourself whether you have gone mad. You exist in a bubble. There comes a point where you suddenly feel not really a part of the world, you're just passing through.

You know, the sad thing of post-9/11, which was of course horrific, was that the city in which I felt completely at home for two decades, suddenly people like us - brown people - were looked at as the 'Others.'

In many ways I'm similar to Barack Obama, who also has a strange name but was raised by a white American mother. His background is far more complicated than his name would suggest. Furthermore, the fact that I was a child during the hostage crisis has caused me to equate being Iranian with being alienated.

What I realized the moment I got to Oxford was that someone like me could not really be part of it. I mean, I could make a success there, I could even be perhaps accepted into it, but I would never feel it was my place. It's the summit of something else. It's distilled Englishness.

Yes, he knew that we was withdrawing from everything: not merely from human beings. A moment more and everything will have lost its meaning, and that table and the cup, and the chair to which he clings, all the near and the commonplace, will have become unintelligible, strange and heavy. So he sat there and waited until it should have happened. And defended himself no longer.

Ich glaube, dass fast alle unsere Traurigkeiten Momente der Spannung sind, die wir als Lähmung empfinden, weil wir unsere befremdeten Gefühle nicht mehr leben hören. Weil wir mit dem Fremden, das bei uns eingetreten ist, allein sind; weil uns alles Vertraute und Gewohnte für einen Augenblick fortgenommen ist; weil wir mitten in einem Übergang stehen, wo wir nicht stehen bleiben können.

Even between the closest human beings, infinite distances continue.

The carriages drove right through me, and hurrying people did not swerve aside for me and ran over me full of contempt, as over a bad place in which stale water has collected....O what a world it is! Pieces, pieces of people, parts of animals, remains of finished things, and everything still on the move, driving about as if in an uncanny wind, carried and carrying, falling and catching themselves up in their fall.

Bana iyi görünen bu dünyaya hiç de al??m?? deÄŸilim. BaÅŸka bir dünyada ne iÅŸim var? HoÅŸland???m anlamlar aras?nda kalmay? çok isterdim ve eÄŸer bir ÅŸeyler deÄŸiÅŸecekse, ben en az?ndan, bize akraba bir dünyalar? olan ve ayn? ÅŸeylere sahip köpekler aras?nda yaÅŸamama izin verilsin isterim.

Like the bodiless heads you see sometimes in circus sideshows, it is as though I have been surrounded by mirrors of hard, distorting glass. When they approach me they see only my surroundings, themselves, or figments of their imagination—indeed, everything and anything except me.