Quotes About Alienation

SJW ranks are full of middle-class, secular, educated young people wracked by guilt and anxiety over their own privilege, alienated from their own traditions, and desperate to identify with something, or someone, to give them a sense of wholeness and purpose.

Like the early Bolsheviks, SJWs are radically alienated from society. They too believe that justice depends on group identity, and that achieving justice means taking power away from the exploiters and handing it to the exploited. Social justice cultists, like the first Bolsheviks, are intellectuals whose gospel is spread by intellectual agitation. It is a gospel that depends on awakening and inspiring hatred in the hearts of those it wishes to induce into revolutionary consciousness.

Conspiracy theories are the refuge of the disempowered.

There is only one way left to escape the alienation of present day society: to retreat ahead of it.

You don't have to be alone to feel alone.

Kafka was a master at the gruesome task of picturing people who do not use their potentialities and therefore lose their sense of being persons. The chief character in The Trial and in The Castle has no name—he is identified only by an initial, a mute symbol of one's lack of identity in one's own right.

The novel is a haunting and subtly terrifying picture of the modern man who is truly a "stranger" to himself.

Our deeper emotional experiences are pushed further away, and we tend, thus, to become emptier and lonelier.

misanthropy, hatred of mankind, is the order of the day.

The alienation implicit in modernization is sought to be assuaged by the creation of a past and of ideologies that legitimize the present.

Sin brings alienation between humans and God, but confession of sin brings restoration.

We are bemused and crazed creatures, strangers to our true selves, to one another, and to the spiritual and material world -- mad, even, from an ideal standpoint we can glimpse but not adopt.

It cannot be evil to strip away superstitions, prejudices and inhibitions when they stand in the way of harmless physical pleasures, but Sade compulsively develops his narrative to culminate in evil-doing that cannot fail to alienate his readers.

He doesn't communicate with us; he's put up an impenetrable wall that excludes us from his life.

Honestly, what planet do these people live on? And why isn't it farther away?

Those people were pushing life and night and day in front of them. Life hides everything from people. Their own noise prevents them from hearing anything else. They couldn't care less. The bigger and taller the city, the less they care. Take it from me. I've tried. It's a waste of time.

Her kentte böyle yerler vard?r iÅŸte, o kadar sersemce çirkindirler ki, orada hemen her zaman yaln?zs?n?zd?r

Odande se svejedno povratih žalostan put Vignyja, misle?i o tome kako mi svi ti ljudi, te stvari, te prljave i sumorne ku?e više uop?e ništa ne kazuju, onako izravno u srce kao neko?, pa da ni ja sam, koliko sam god možda djelovao poput lisca, nemam više dovoljno snage, osje?ao sam to dobro, da idem još dalje, tako, posve sam.

there was a fold between them—a wrinkle in their relationship, in their universe—and it was big, and came between them.

think a lot of artists do. We don't quite fit in, and somehow that feeds our creativity. We have to create other worlds to feel right.

Era proprio la mia quell'immagine intravista in un lampo? Sono proprio così io, di fuori, quando vivendo - non mi penso? Dunque per gli altri sono quell'estraneo sospeso nello specchio: quello, e non già quale io mi conosco: quell'uno lì che io stesso prima, scorgendolo, non ho riconosciuto. Sono quell'estraneo che non posso veder vivere se non così, in un attimo impensato. Un estraneo che possono vedere e conoscere solamente gli altri, e io no.

La solitudine non è mai con voi; è sempre senza di voi, è soltanto possibile con un estraneo attorno:

La vera solitudine è in un luogo che vive per sé e che per voi non ha traccia né voce, e dove dunque l'estraneo siete voi.

I feel that my life is devoid of meaning and I no longer see any reason in the acts I perform or the words I say, and it astonishes me that other people can move about outside this nightmare of mine... that they can act and speak.