Klemens von Metternich Quotes

I've never fit in anywhere in my life. Ever.

I didn't fit in at school, and I didn't fit in at home, and I didn't know why. I was often lonely.

I'm a little bit older, I've traveled the world, spent lots of time in New York and Paris and lots of inspiring places, and I still feel alien.

But who are we, where do we come from When all those years Nothing but idle talk is left And we are nowhere in the world?" = MEETING =

If you can't go home, there is nowhere to go, and nowhere is the biggest place in the world-indeed, nowhere is the world.

In Mumbai, I feel like a stranger.

I always felt like a misfit.

We're alike, Jess would tell himself, me and Miss Edmunds . . . We don't belong at Lark Creek, Julia and me.

I am in truth the Steppenwolf that I often call myself; that beast astray that finds neither home nor joy nor nourishment in a world that is strange and incomprehensible to him.

Once you're alienated, you're on your own. That takes you to the world of the existential, where things just kind of float.

Do you ever have the feeling you're a tourist on earth?

You can know the whole world and still feel lost in it.

It is very hard to stay alive just for your own sake. It is very hard to stare into day after day without another familiar face staring back. It turns your heart into a purposeless muscle.

I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. 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.

More and more I feel like a letter—deposited here, collected there. But a letter addressed to no one.

I moved through the days like a severed head that finishes a sentence.

The whole world was nothing but an exile with no hope of a return.

Life passes by now like the scenery outside a car window. I breathe and eat and sleep as I always did, but there seems to be no great purpose in my life that requires active participation on my part...I do not know where I am going or when I will get there.

I feel like a quote out of context.

You can't live in this world but there's nowhere else to go.

I foresaw my life unfolding as an interminable stretch of nothingness and so I spent my years on Tinos floundering, feeling like a stand-in for myself, a proxy, as though my real self resided elsewhere, waiting to unite someday with this dimmer, more hollow self. I felt marooned. An exile in my own home

Everyone's moving on without me, into a world I don't understand.

I could disappear from the face of the earth, and the world would go on moving without the slightest twinge. Things were tremendously complicated, to be sure, but one thing was clear: no one needed me.

Pero yo ya no soy yo Ni mi casa es ya mi casa. But now I am no longer I, nor is my house any longer my house.

We live on top of the created world, I think to myself, not in it.