Quotes About Alienation

She had no place on this earth. There was no place where she was comfortable, no place she could relax, no place where she felt safe.

Satanism means 'the opposition' and epitomizes all symbols of nonconformity. Satanism calls forth the strong ability to turn a liability into an advantage, to turn alienation into exclusivity. In other words, the reason it's called Satanism is because it's fun, it's accurate and it's productive.

La principale différence entre le travail et les loisirs est la suivante : au boulot, au moins, l'avachissement et l'aliénation sont rémunérés.

Nous sommes si liés au monde du travail que nous ne voyons guère le mal qu'il nous fait. Il nous faut compter sur des observateurs venus d'autres âges ou d'autres cultures pour apprécier l'extrême gravité pathologique de notre situation présente.

Le travail peut nuire gravement à votre santé. En fait, le travail est un meurtre de masse, un génocide. Directement ou indirectement, le travail va tuer la plupart des lecteurs de ces lignes.

There are forces in the world today, Mr. Winsocki, that are invisibly working to make us all carbon copies of one another. Forces that crush us into molds of each other. You walk down the street and never see anyone's face, really. You sit faceless in a movie, or hidden from sight in a dreary living room watching television. When you pay bills, or car fares or talk to people, they see the job they're doing, but never you.

Uno de los dones más peculiares y originales de Kafka es que sus relatos parecen haber regresado de nuestro olvido, dejándonos siempre con la sensación de que perseveramos para olvidar lo que sentimos cuando experimentamos esas extrañezas.

I could think of nothing else to say to her. In fact I could never think of anything to say to her, and I sat thinking of past painful conversations between us: How are you, Jean Louise? Fine, thank you ma'am, how are you? Very well, thank you; what have you been doing with yourself? Nothin'. Don't you do anything? Nome. Certainly you have friends? Yessum. Well what do you all do? Nothin'.

I am their blood and bones, I have dug in this ground, this is my home. But I am not their blood, the ground doesn't care who digs it, I am a stranger at a cocktail party.

I don't know if I can tell you, honey. When you live in New York, you often have the feeling that New York's not the world. I mean this: every time I come home, I feel like I'm coming back to the world, and when I leave Maycomb it's like leaving the world. It's silly. I can't explain it, and what makes it sillier is that I'd go stark raving living in Maycomb.

I'll never forgive you for what you did to me. You cheated me, you've driven me out of my home and now I'm in a no-man's-land but good—there's no place for me any more in Maycomb, and I'll never be entirely at home anywhere else.

A world she despised, could not comprehend, nor defend herself against. a world that did not want her

They don't belong anywhere. Colored folks won't have 'em because they're half white; white folks won't have 'em 'cause they're colored, so they're just in-betweens, don't belong anywhere.

She had an odd feeling that time had passed her by

She looked at Maycomb, and her throat tightened: Maycomb was looking back at her. Go away, the old buildings said. There is no place for you here. You are not wanted. We have secrets.

From now on it'll be everybody less one.

Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.

Hey, what is it with you? Why are you so spaced out? You still haven't answered me. I probably still haven't completely adapted to the world, I said after giving it some thought. I don't know, I feel like this isn't the real world. The people, the scene: they just don't seem real to me. Midori rested an elbow on the bar and looked at me. There was something like that in a Jim Morrison song, I'm pretty sure. People are strange when you're a stranger.

I didn't feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing.

If you try to use your head to think about things, people don't want to have anything to do with you

Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person's heart and dissolve it.

This was never any place I was meant to be. This isn't a place for me.

You lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you're living a different kind of life there. In a world that's inside you.

People are strange when you're a stranger.