Quotes About Alienation

the more of us there are, the more distant from each other we become. We're practically livin' on top of each other but we're further away from each other in every other way than we've ever been before.

but David did not want to mix with them, and they in turn saw something sad and distant in him that kept them away.

I was a stranger in a familiar land.

Loneliness seems to have become the great American disease.

Tis all in pieces, all coherence gone, All just supply, and all relation; Prince, subject, father, son, are things forgot, For every man alone thinks he hath got To be a phoenix, and that then can be None of that kind, of which he is, but he.

It was important for him to believe that he'd spent his life among people who kept missing the point.

What I wanted to try and figure out was, okay, in contemporary 21st century life the alienation between the self and the land around you or the self and even the urban landscape. You name it.

I think the only reason you visit an Apple store is because you wonder what life is like on another planet.

I've always felt alienated. I realized that I've been terrified my entire life. So I can identify that fear which drives so many of the people that I write about.

All our inventions have endowed material forces with intellectual life, and degraded human life into a material force.

Modern capitalism, organising the reduction of all social life to a spectacle, cannot offer any spectacle other than that of our own alienation.

I feel like I'm away for much of my own life.

pseudospeciation, the reduction of alien societies to the status of inferior species, not fully human, who can be degraded without conscience. Even

Those, who go to aliens with a begging bowl for financial assistance in the pursuit of retaining power in their country and damage national pride, and subject the nation to international ridicule. Such people are criminals.

It's difficult to explain, but I just somehow feel that I never really *have* lived; that I never really will live--exist or whatever--in the sense that other people do. It drives me crazy. I was terribly aware of it all those nights waiting for you in the Ritz bar looking around at what seemed to be real grown-up lives. I just find everybody else's life surrounded by plate glass. I mean I'd like to break through it just once and actually touch one.

the fabric of his shirt was woven of some Martian stuff; even his very skin was of another weave.

He hated so many people I hardly know anyone any more

I felt squeezed in that vise along with the mass of everyday things and people, and I had a bad taste in my mouth, a permanent sense of nausea that exhausted me, as if everything, thus compacted, and always tighter, were grinding me up, reducing me to a repulsive cream.

What did I care anymore about his political opinions, about Pasquale and Nadia, about the death of Ulrike Meinhof, the birth of the Socialist Republic of Vietnam, the electoral advances of the Communist Party? The world had retreated. I felt sunk inside myself, inside my flesh, which seemed to me not only the sole dwelling possible but also the only material for which it was worthwhile to struggle.

Unterwegs auf der Straße fühlte er eine innere Leere entstehen, etwas wie eine existenzielle Schwermut als Folge von Befremden.

Eu me considerava horrível e queria ser cada vez mais horrível. Já havia um tempo que, antes de ir para a escola, eu me empenhava diante do espelho para me vestir e me pentear como uma louca. Queria que as pessoas ficassem de má vontade do meu lado, exatamente como eu tentava mostrar que me sentia na companhia delas.

Anna despises two classes of people: first, those who own their own homes and have cars and families, and second, everybody else. Constantly she is on the verge of exploding. With rage. A pool of pure red. The pool is filled with speechlessness that talks away at her nonstop.

ONA se ose?a isklju?eno iz svega, jer je isklju?ena iz svega. Drugi idu dalje, ?ak se i penju preko nje. Tako malu prepreku predstavlja ona. Putnik odlazi, ali ona ostaje, kao mastan papir od sendvi?a, da leži na putu, u najboljem slu?aju malo vijori na vetru. Papir ne može daleko, on truli na licu mesta. To truljenje zahteva godine, godine bez promena.

Ona se osje?a isklju?ena iz svega, jer i jest isklju?ena iz svega. Drugi idu naprijed penju?i se pritom preko nje. ?ini se da je ona jedina prepreka na putu. Šeta?i prolaze, a ona ostaje ležati poput odba?ena zamaš?ena papira koji otpuhuju naleti vjetra. Zamaš?en papir ne može daleko odletjeti; trune ondje gdje je. A proces raspadanja traje godinama, koje se bezli?no nižu.