Stories are our gifts to a world that doesn't see us. — Sarah Black
Stories are our gifts to a world that doesn't see us. — Sarah Black
Stories are our gifts to a world that doesn't see us. — Sarah Black
Stories are our gifts to a world that doesn't see us. — Sarah Black
Stories are our gifts to a world that doesn't see us. — Sarah Black
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Stories are our gifts to a world that doesn't see us.

— Sarah Black
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More “Alienation” Quotes

Mostly, I could tell, I made him feel uncomfortable. He didn't understand me, and he was sort of holding it against me. — Albert Camus, L'Étranger
Carl Schmitt could boast with some justice that the Nazi revolution was orderly and disciplined. But the reason lies not — George L. Mosse, Nazi Culture: Intellectual, Cultural and Social Life in the Third Reich
I had started out in life trusting everyone and now I trusted no one. So I had a few acquaintances and no close friends. — Jean Rhys, Sleep it Off Lady: Stories by Jean Rhys
but as he plodded along a vague and almost hallucinatory pall hazed over his mind; he found himself at one point, with n — Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
You don't write a novel out of sheer pity any more than you blow a safe out of a vague longing to be rich. A certain rut — Nelson Algren, Nonconformity
The problem arises when a society respects its scholars lesser and lesser and replaces intellectualism with anti-intelle — Kambiz Shabankare
Wherever I was, I was happy. At peace. I knew that everyone I cared about was all right. I knew it. Time didn't mean any — Joss Whedon
Perhaps a creature of so much ingenuity and deep memory is almost bound to grow alienated from his world, his fellows, a — Loren Eiseley
Steffy risked a glance at her fellow neighbors and townspeople. She often looked for kindred spirits in the crowd. None — Jaime Allison Parker
In a relationship with God, our most secret places once thickly cloaked and meticulously hidden away now stand before us — Craig D. Lounsbrough
After reading Burgum, [Patricia Highsmith] wrote in her cahier that, like Kafka, she felt she was a pessimist, unable to — Andrew Wilson, Patricia Highsmith, Ζωή στο σκοτάδι
I’m not sure how old I was when I first tried looking in the mirror and telling myself, with a shiver of pride and a war — M.L. Wang, Theonite: Planet Adyn