Quotes On Not Fitting In Novels & Stories

“You are the only person who has ever really listened without making it weird,” Zack admits, his voice dropping to a lower register. “Everyone else either starts crying or tries to give me inspirational quotes or something.” The wind rustles through a nearby oak branches overhead while they sit in comfortable silence for a moment. “Inspirational quotes,” she echoed. “That is a new one. What like ‘hang in there’ cat posters? Weird.”

Theodore sobbed like a child. He had always known he didn't belong in Yasmine's little clique. Their exclusion of him wasn't subtle—it was blatant and deliberate. At one point, Theodore had clumsily tried to fit in. After all, humans were social creatures. In such an environment, anyone who could join a group would avoid standing alone. Seeking safety and avoiding harm was human nature, and Theodore was no exception. But soon, he realized that no matter how hard he tried, Yasmine and her group remained aloof, never reciprocating even a shred of kindness.

But he notices it, so he slows in walking and stands in front of me, he raises my cheeks, although it is more abrupt this time, and he raises my face, the coffee gold in his eyes evaluates me. Never look down on yourself doll, he said. I feel like I don't fit in here. And what's wrong with that, he questions. I do not know, maybe........ He cuts me off because in a second his face is close to mine, and that proximity makes my breathing stop. he doesn't fit in here either that stuffy man or that blonde.

"Are you lonely, Jenny? It has seemed to me that you are happy here." She sucks at her now dry mouth, trying to sound normal. "I am happy here, yes, and most of the time it's great. I just sometimes think that I don't fit in very well." His head tilts. "What times for example?" ".... Like when I was boxing. People said I'm not a proper girl." "People like Jack?" "He's one, yes, but not the only one." Her throat tightens. "When I said I wanted to go to university, they said my job is to be Chad's wife...."

“Your turn. Tell me something real. Something that no one here knows.” She hesitated, lowering her staff slightly. “I’ve never really fit in anywhere.” She sighed quietly, and it was a small admission. “Not really. I’ve always been… in between.” I didn’t push her on that, but I stored it away. “For what it’s worth, you look like you belong here.” She rolled her eyes, though her cheeks colored faintly. “That’s not saying much. Half the people here would rather I didn’t exist.” “Half the people here are idiots,” I said flatly.

Do you have to fit in to this kind of society? Do you have to look approving for them to accept you? Do you have to take it all in and be someone you are not even comfortable to be? Do we have to? Do you want to? Yes, of course, I know you've been craving to be part of them. I know how it feels like to try your luck but fail because you feel like your character doesn't fit to be that kind of person, for instance. It just doesn't feel right, you would say that to yourself.

She knew what it was like to try and fit in. "We aren't meant to fit in. We are all meant to stand out.", Ella shouted." If we were all the same than there would be nothing unique. Money doesn't make us. We make money. We work hard. You bullied your way all through the years, egtting people to do your work. If your just worked hard, you could be anything you wanted to be. It's not too late , I can be your friend."

I bite the inside of my cheek, hard, hoping the sting will pull me out of this abyss but all it does is add another layer to the pain. An hour. I have an exam in an hour. I should be focusing — running through questions, definitions, anything — but all I can think about is him. His voice. That cold way he looked at me. The way he said it, with a disgusted look like I was a mistake not even worth remembering. Forgettable. Is that really what I am? What do you do when no matter what you do you never fit in?

I heard the name Jace again as we walked away but didn't pay it too much mind, just another mindless jock no doubt. "Ooh you've done it now, they're not gonna let you play with their toys. Look, all kidding aside, I like you; you're the first person since first grade that I can actually say that about, so I've got to tell you. This, what you just did, is social suicide. If you haven't noticed I don't exactly fit in with that crowd and not to sound bitchy or anything but you do. By that I mean I bet you were part of the in crowd back where you came from, so you know how these things work.

“I heard she was expelled from her old school for sabotaging the school’s reputation. Crazy, right?” The words spread like spilled ink, staining every corner of my day. It was ridiculous, and none of it was true, but the way people leaned into it, how easily they believed it, stung more than I wanted to admit. I had always known fitting in here wouldn’t be simple, but I hadn’t expected to be painted as some kind of villain in my own story.