Quotes About Alienation

We will never be truly healthy, satisfied, or fulfilled if we live apart and alienated from the environment from which we evolved. Birthright: People and Nature in the Modern World

What was once so close and important eventually became so strange and different.

Accept Hardcore for what it was — something alienated kids created. It taught us to mistrust authority and mass media.

For if I am interesting to you precisely to the extent that I'm not one of you, then your desire to civilize me, to turn me into a good citizen of Nuremberg, can lead to nothing but loss of interest.

was] a stranger to himself.

Those whom we most love are often the most alien to us.

It's easy to love humanity when you're this far away from it.

All of their faces are cluttered with the shrapnel of rebellion, as if a grenade of alienation has exploded in their midst, piercing every possible soft point of flesh-from earlobes and nostrils to eyebrows, lips, and tongues-with metal studs and rings.

The art of our time is anxious. Gone are the reassurances of religion and reason and progress. The modern world is alienating, and almost every serious modern artist addresses our precarious position, drawing our attention to the inhumanity of the world we've built. The only solace is our cosmic insignificance.

Eventually, with success, I started to feel more and more isolated - like I didn't have a community of artists.

Hay gente sola en medio de una multitud, y hay gente acompañada en medio del desierto.

he shrunk more and more from the realities of life and above all from the society of his day which he regarded with an ever growing horror,--a detestation which had reacted strongly on his literary and artistic tastes; he refused, as far as possible, to have anything to do with pictures and books whose subjects were in any way connected with modern existence.

If there is anything good about exile, it is that it teaches one humility. It accelerates one's drift into isolation, an absolute perspective. Into the condition at which all one is left with is oneself and one's language, with nobody or nothing in between. Exile brings you overnight where it would normally take a lifetime to go.

I am not a man of my time. In fact I find it hard not to declare myself its enemy. Not, as I often remark, that I fail to understand it. My comment is merely a pious one. Because I am easy-going I prefer not to be aggressive or hostile and therefore I say that I do not understand those matters which I ought to say I hate or despise. I have sharp ears but I pretend to be hard of hearing, finding as I do that is more elegant to feign this handicap than to admit that I have heard some vulgar sound

I am alone. My heart beats only for myself. The strikers mean nothing to me. I have nothing in common with the mob, nor with individuals. I am a cold person. In the war I did not feel I was part of my company. We all lay in the same mud and waited for the same death. But I could think only about my own life and death. I would step over corpses and it oftened saddened me that I could feel no pain.

I don't wish to meet people. They disgust me. Increasingly so. But I must have milk.

Everything which is human is alien to me.

?nsanlardan ho?lanm?yorum. Yapt?klar?ndan ho?lanm?yorum. Temsil ettiklerinden ho?lanm?yorum. Söylediklerinden ho?lanm?yorum.

You know you've totally screwed up your life when your whole world turns to shit and the only person you have to talk to is your system agent software.

If there was a bright center to the universe, I was on the planet it was farthest from. Please pass the blue milk, Aunt Beru.

Capitalism would inch forward, without my actually having to interact face-to-face with another human being. Which was exactly how I preferred it, thank you.

The sight suddenly drove home the fantastic isolation of the place.

I tried my best to fit in. Year after year, my eyes would scan the lunchroom like a T-1000, searching for a clique that might accept me. But even the other outcasts wanted nothing to do with me. I was too weird, even for the weirdos. And girls? Talking to girls was out of the question. To me, they were like some exotic alien species, both beautiful and terrifying. Whenever I got near one of them, I invariably broke out in a cold sweat and lost the ability to speak in complete sentences.

If there was a bright center to the universe, I was on the planet it was farthest from.