Quotes About Alienation

Vi?š bija aizmirsis, ka vairums ?aužu sveš? zem? j?tas labi tikai tad, ja var noniecin?t t?s iedz?vot?jus.

the people under the sky were also very much the same—everywhere, all over the world, hundreds of thousands of millions of people just like  this,  people  ignorant  of  one  another's  existence,  held apart by walls of hatred and lies, and yet almost exactly the same—people who had never learned to think

I should have known that people can sometimes come close enough to discover that they are strangers.

Wie soll man in einer Welt leben in der einem alles und alles gleichgültig oder zum Ekel ist?

New Labour has systematically alienated section after section of our natural supporters - teachers, health workers, students, pensioners, public service workers, trade unionists and people committed to the environment, civil liberties and peace.

The vast numbers of people who suffer some kind of mental illness under capitalism can either think, 'there is some failing with me, if only I could fit into this system better, if only I were working harder, if only I could enjoy these empty pleasures more, then things would be OK' or 'the problem is with the system that is making me ill.'

Our technological infrastructure alienates us from each other. No need to form a workplace community, everybody there will be out in a year or two, and so will you, looking for a better place.

We are living in dystopia, in a world that is dominated by technology and disconnect, alienation, loneliness, and dysfunction.

Did you ever get the feeling that the world was a tuxedo and you were a pair of brown shoes?

I am just a human being trying to make it in a world that is rapidly losing its understanding of being human.

I don't belong in the world. That's what it is. Something separates me from other people.

I am thrice homeless, as a native of Bohemia in Austria, as an Austrian among Germans, and as a Jew throughout the world. Everywhere an intruder, never welcomed.

If we bought everything on the Internet, our eyes and mouths and nostrils would probably begin to film over with a tegument - one initially tissue-thin and capable of being removed each morning, but which gradually thickened and hardened until we were imprisoned in our own tiny minds.

I don't think anything can help me socially, to be honest: I have this terrible personality. I don't really know how to describe it... maybe I'll go with surly.

North Korea is still my homeland, my country. I suffered on the outside because I was alien, without identity. I was nobody. I was in the worst situation, fighting for everything, to survive.

I didn't fit in anywhere when I grew up, but I was always American, so to survive, I created this 'ideal America.' Finally I came to the U.S. and realised, 'Oh, I don't belong here, either.'

I think it comes from far away inside me, to be strong to survive everything that comes my way. I think, going back to the beginning, feeling like an alien in an English school when I was eight, that set up my pride very early on. I think I'm very defensive, but I'm trying not to be like that anymore.

I want to be together with everyone else but stay lonely.

I have reached the end of this dreary and repugnant tale of a sense interned in an alien carcass and lumpen by the malignant spirit of the moral majority...

My life felt unreal and I felt half-invested. I felt indistinct, like someone else's dream.

I wonder what they think of me in their world of light, deaf to the broken patterns around them. I wonder what stories they have invented, to explain me when I cannot explain myself.

But the cared for don't realize that on their daily path of neighbors, workmates, and faces on the streets there are those...who sit quietly looking out the window at other people's holiday lights, listening to other people's laughter, and finding the makings of other people's eggnog waiting in the morning trash.

just as, when you were well, you never thought about being well, you could only really feel what it was like to be healthy for about a minute, when you stopped being sick. But when you were sick, it made you into a stranger, a foreigner in your own land. Everything that was simple and ordinary to everyone else became like an enemy to you. Your own body became like an enemy to you, plotting and scheming against you and setting traps…

As a rule, if you insist on speaking your mind, you will inevitably find yourself somewhere where everyone hates you.