Quotes About Alienation

As a person of color from the South, San Francisco was the first city that really made me feel like an other.

There's no more to Holden Caulfield. Read the book again. It's all there. Holden Caulfield is only a frozen moment in time.

I don't feel like I make sense in the world. I don't feel like I look right. I don't feel like I act right or do right. It's very frustrating to me that I just walk around with this all the time.

My consultants recommended several nihilists and existentialists but I rejected them all. A black turtleneck sweater does not a misanthrope make. Nihilists and existentialists tend to be bohemians, who invariably run in packs; despite their alienated stance, they have always struck me as a sociable lot who surround themselves with people because they are forever saying Nothing matters, and they need someone to say it to.

In my own country I am in a far off land.

In my own country I am in a far off land I am strong but I have no force or power I win all yet remain a loser At break of day I say goodnight When I lie down I have a great fear Of falling.

People never like me and I never like people

People never like me and I never like people,' she thought. 'And I never can talk as the other children could. They were always talking and laughing and making noises.

I wish I was friends with things, he said at last, but I'm not. I never had anything to be friends with, and I can't bear people.

It was a vague belief that she herself was not quite real—or that she did not belong to the life she had been born into.

Vaimne ja füüsiline isoleeritus sünnitab üksindust ja üksindus veel suuremat üksindust.

In my own country I am in a far off land. I am strong but have no power. I win all yet remain a loser. At break of day I say goodnight. When I lie down I have great fear of falling.

Humans are almost always lonely.

How strange. You're more Gowachin than a Gowachin.

He had taken his place in a universe he did not want, wearing flesh that did not fit.

As each day passes, you become increasingly unreal, more alien and remote from what I find myself to be on that new day. I am the only reality and, as you differ from me, you lose reality. The more curious I become, the less curious are those who worship me. Religion suppresses curiosity. What I do subtracts from the worshipper. Thus it is that eventually I will do nothing, giving it all back to frightened people who will find themselves on that day alone and forced to act for themselves.

Humans are always most lonely.

Gregor's glance then turned to the window. The dreary weather—the rain drops were falling audibly down on the metal window ledge—made him quite melancholy.

I can't even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there's a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally regret life. It's more important to confirm the least sincere. The clouds get enough attention as it is...

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.

April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone - never.

Nervous states of the worst sort control me without pause. Everything that is not literature bores me and I hate it. I lack all aptitude for family life except, at best, as an observer. I have no family feeling and visitors make me almost feel as though I were maliciously being attacked.

What do I have in common with Jews? I don't even have anything in common with myself.

Life is merely terrible; I feel it as few others do. Often — and in my inmost self perhaps all the time — I doubt whether I am a human being.