Quotes About Alienation

All the lonely people.

If you grow up in the South Bronx today or in south-central Los Angeles or Pittsburgh or Philadelphia, you quickly come to understand that you have been set apart and that there's no will in this society to bring you back into the mainstream.

Nice to know I'm among friends...Shame none of 'em are mine.

We have so separated ourselves, person from person and group from group, in the city, that we have made hatred a dreadfully easy emotion. It comes to us as lightly and insidiously as the symptoms of an unconsciously harboured disease.

Since every effort in our educational life seems to be directed toward making of the child a being foreign to itself, it must of necessity produce individuals foreign to one another, and in everlasting antagonism with each other.

People don't really understand, but having people stare, and point, and take pictures, even if it is in a positive framework, is quite isolating there's no two ways about it. You feel a little bit, you know, freakish.

Non sono mica tanto diversi, il jazz e il punk, si diceva alle volte. Pensaci, c'è la stessa emarginazione, dentro, la stessa rabbia. E c'è l'eroina dietro a tutti e due.

La soledad más absoluta se encuentra en medio de las multitudes más inmensas

Politics for most people is distant from their everyday lives. They give little attention to it and they don't care about being politically well informed.10

There is no loneliness greater than the loneliness of a failure. The failure is a stranger in his own house.

All I've got against it is that it takes you so far from the clubhouse.

They is no place for me in this world , I am surround by many people but still feel alone.

But let us be careful! We are speaking of ourselves. If this art is degenerate, we too are degenerate, for innumerable individuals are suffering the same collapse of the cultural canon, the same alienation, the same loneliness – the rising blackness with its shadow and devouring dragon. The disintegration and dissonance of this art are our own; to understand them is to understand ourselves.

The danger of alienation from the unconscious presents itself in two forms: sclerosis of consciousness, and possession.

Everybody is an alien to somebody else. The other can be heaven or can be hell. Still and all, the other remains an opportunity to discover ourselves. ( "Le ciel c'est l'autre" )

Everyone feels like an alien to someone else or even sometimes to oneself. Whether native, foreigner or exile, whether assimilated or singular, whether straight or gay, important is to find an access to the open public space, the 'space of appearance' and the gate to a citizenship of the world. (Township)

The excessive speed of mundialization, the exacting demands of the God of consumerism and the to-and-fro swinging, from one period to another and from one domain to another, cause inner heartaches. People feel like individuals "with no sense of belonging" and characters "without qualities". ( "The church was no longer in the middle" )

This is no longer our home

My misfortune is doubly painful to me because I am bound to be misunderstood; for me there can be no relaxation with my fellow-men, no refined conversations, no mutual exchange of ideas, I must live alone like someone who has been banished.

carefully combed and scented vulture waiting to swoop down from the side lines." Evening after evening between 6 o'clock and midnight he drifts in and out of the lobby, up and down Randolph Street and takes up his position at various points of vantage where crowds pass, where women pass. I've watched him. No one ever talks to him. There are no salutations. He is unknown and worse. For the women, the rouged and ornamental ones, know him a bit too well. They

When it is light and one can see the cogs of the monstrous clock go round and the springs unwind one thinks of people as a part of this mechanism. And so people grow vague in one's mind and unhuman or only half-human.

What could be lonelier than a child in space?

Who wasn't squatting in one of the handful of prefabricated subject positions proffered by capital or whatever you wanted to call it, lying every time she said "I"; who wasn't a bit player in a looped infomercial for the damaged life?

Centuries of being attached to the machine had atrophied the languages of the earth.