Friday, December 2, 2011

What is a good 'slogan' or catch phrase for a lonely character?

I have to do a visual assignment for school, in which we portray a feeling through an graphic image manipulation of a person/thing. We also have to have a slogan or catch phrase that enhances the feeling, and have a back story to make the feeling more specific to our image. The 'feeling' I've been given is loneliness, but I'm having trouble coming up with the right phrase to use.





My back story is about a boy who is rejected and ridiculed by his isolated community and peers because he looks different from everyone else in his village.





It can be made up, or from a poem or song. It can't be too long, maybe just a line or two of text.





So does anyone have any ideas for a good couple lines I could use?|||"It's hard to be black-and-white in a Technicolor world"





or, lets go in the other direction.





"It's hard to be a 10 in a world of 7s"|||When all else fails "Love Yourself"|||Friends are overrated.|||This may or may not help but your back story reminds me of a poem by A. E. Houseman, which I share with you here:





OH WHO IS THAT YOUNG SINNER





Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists?


And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists?


And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air?


Oh they're taking him to prison for the color of his hair.





'Tis a shame to human nature, such a head of hair as his;


In the good old time 'twas hanging for the color that it is;


Though hanging isn't bad enough and flaying would be fair


For the nameless and abominable color of his hair.





Oh a deal of pains he's taken and a pretty price he's paid


To hide his poll or dye it of a mentionable shade;


But they've pulled the beggar's hat off for the world to see and stare,


And they're taking him to justice for the color of his hair.





Now 'tis oakum for his fingers and the treadmill for his feet,


And the quarry-gang on Portland in the cold and in the heat,


And between his spells of labor in the time he has to spare


He can curse the God that made him for the color of his hair.|||look at eeyore for inspiration. the cloud. the lonely hut. the slowness. soooo sad and lonely.

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