Quotes About Alienation

The man who is too isolated grows timid, abstracted, a little odd: He stumbles along amid realities like a sailor who has just come off his ship; he has lost the sense of the human lot; he seems to look on you as if you were a proposition to be inserted in a syllogism, or an example to be put down in a notebook.

Would she ever stop feeling like a colonist on the moon?

He found it both sad and fascinating that only through an artificial universe of video images could she establish contact with the real world.

If a man from medieval times could have seen this red-lit city, and the beings moving through it, he would certainly have believed himself in Hell. Even Jan, for all his curiosity and scientific detachment, found himself on the verge of unreasoning terror. The absence of a single familiar reference point can be utterly unnerving even to the coolest and clearest of minds.

I had no friends who would call upon me and break the monotony of my daily existence.

This house, which seemed somehow to have formed itself, flying together into its own powerful pattern under the hands of its builders, fitting itself into its own construction of lines and angles, reared its great head back against the sky without concession to humanity. It was a house without kindness, never meant to be lived in, not a fit place for people or for love or for hope.

She was a stranger in a world of strangers and they were strangers she had left behind

We are young,beautiful scum,pissed off with the world…We are the suicide of the non-generation.We are as far away from anything in the 80s as possible, e.g. 80s' pop automation, the long running saga of the whimsical pop essay and the intrinsic musical sculptures of post-modernism…We are the only young kids in UK Channel Boredom to realise the future is in tight trousers, dyed hair and NOT the baggy loose attitude scum fuck retard zerodom of Madchester

Mersenne met with the other mathematicians, but he was saddened by their reluctance to talk to him or to each other.

The whole world was nothing but an exile with no hope of a return.

Primitive people alienate themselves in their mana, their totem; civilized people in their individual souls, their egos, their names, their possessions, and their work: here is the first temptation of inauthenticity.

oppression is explained by the tendency of the existent to flee from himself by alienating himself in the other that he oppresses for that purpose; this tendency can be found in each individual man today: and the vast majority give in to it; a husband looks for himself in his wife, a lover in his mistress, in the guise of a stone statue; he seeks in her the myth of his virility, his sovereignty, his unmediated reality.

I feel that it is necessary and ordained that I should be alone, a stranger and an exile in relation to every human circle, without exception.

No hay esperanza para el vagabundo que está de pie en el magistrado. Si a través de sus balbuceos brota algo desgarrador que atraviesa el alma, no será escuchado ni por el magistrado, ni por los circunstantes. Es un grito mudo. Y los desgraciados entre ellos son casi siempre también sordos, los unos para los otros. Y cada desgraciado, bajo la presión de la indiferencia general, trata, mediante la mentira o la inconsciencia, de hacerse sordo a sí mismo.

Aucune maison étrangère n'est si étrangère que cette usine où on dépense quotidiennement ses forces pendant huit heures.

Only God-the One through whom all things were made (1:3, cf. v. 10), in whom was life and light (v. 4)-can reverse creation's death and dissipate the darkness caused by sin. 2. But since that death and darkness are within creation, within man, the Word must become flesh in order to restore it from within. The Creator must enter His own creation, groaning as it is under the burden of alienation from Him.

Everyone's moving on without me, into a world I don't understand

I don't belong to anything, nobody's listening to me and I don't have any levers that control my own life.

As specialists of apparent life, stars serve as superficial objects that people can identify with in order to compensate for the fragmented productive specialisations that they actually live.

The Magistrate suffered from the disability of a free-thinking turn of mind and from a life that was barren and dreary to match.

Advanced life-forms, my seweet patootie. Jerks. Both of them.

There isn't much I find interesting to write about in middle-class life.

How lonely it is!To be drowning, in a placewhere everyone can swim.

The essential reason for my loneliness is that I don't even know where I belong.