Novel & Cerita Quotes On Not Fitting In

“You’re not just trying to fit in—you’re trying to change things.” I feel a lump in my throat. Different. It’s a word that cuts both ways. I want to be different, to prove that I’m not just the girl who crashed her way through life. But at the same time, I want to feel... normal again. Seriously, depression doesn't look good on me or anyone.

I look the part, but I can't assimilate into any of these societies at this point. Grabbing a pen from the desk next to me, I sit down and stare at a blank sheet of paper. Laughing, I remember an aphorism and modify it to perfectly describe my situation. "Jack of all trades," I mutter as I write, "master of none." Honestly, the board could kill me just for being weird. Once I think about it, that's really all I've ever been, even as a human. A laughingstock, locked in fear and criticism. But does being an oddity really justify such chains?

I don't even have a home. "No, I want to stay here..." I don't mean that, but I have to. I don't want him to start thinking I'm not capable of doing my job. And it's not as if I can refuse to go back in, considering how cold I'm getting sitting out here. "I'm just not all that like them. It's hard for me to fit in." "Do you feel that way about me? That you and I are not alike?" he asks, winding his fingers through mine.

Still, I knew what the answer had to be. “Nah, I can't, it's for the 1% of the 1% and I’d never fit in there. In fact, I’d stick out like a sore thumb,” I told him sincerely. Blake tucked the invites away and smiled at me. “Sweetheart, I know you want to go, and besides, you're a hundred times better than the assholes that you think you need to fit in with.” “How do you know that I want to go? I really don't,” I lied.

It’s like, yeah, I stood up for myself, but also… this whole trying-to-fit-in thing is going about as well as a square peg in a round hole. The thing is, I can tell I’m not really blending in, no matter what I do. Half the time, these girls look at me like I’m some kind of alien they can’t figure out. It’s like, one minute they’re sneering, and the next, they’re whispering about how I got bit by a snake and didn’t keel over. And now I’m stuck here, trying to spar with a bunch of people who clearly think I’m some kind of freak.

"I mean, I'm a nerd, you have this ghetto hip-hop style, with a baseball cap and loose clothes. We try to look cool, but we don't fit in." "Meaning?" "Meaning we're both out of place. Why do we have to force ourselves to fit in when we can still be ourselves? Let them think we're weird, right? Just don't give a fuck about it." I laughed at what he said; we really seemed to get along. Plus, Sanya was wrong when she said I didn't have friends. I have one now, a nerd, but so what? Lena got into their group even though she's a nerd. Now, I have someone to talk to.

A lesson I know wanted to pass on. ”What I wanted to say was, not fitting in, was the best thing I ever did. By fitting in with others, you never get to learn who you are.” Claras eyes wandered to behind me and she saw the group of girls that I'm guessing goes to her school. ”Thanks,” she said and leaned in to hug me. ”Thank you, Rose,” ”Now, lets go grab the things that we want, it’s on me,” I said with a wink.

“Because I’d rather be alone and be happy with my own company than be somebody I’m not so I can fit in with people whose company I despise.” “This a realization you’ve come to recently?” “Pretty much. Well, that’s not true. I’ve felt that way from the time I was old enough to realize I never fit in any place my parents took me. Or sent me. My sister always stood out so I just stayed in the background. I tried to blend so no one noticed how out of place I was.”

“They get bored easily.” “That doesn’t make it okay.” “No,” I agreed. “It doesn’t.” She glanced sideways at me. “You’re not from here, right?” “Obviously,” I said dryly, and then she smiled faintly. “I meant… You don’t look like you’re trying to fit in. Not in the way people usually do.” I didn’t know how to answer that. I’d tried fitting in once. It hadn’t worked out so well. “I don’t have the energy,” I said finally. Sofia nodded like she understood exactly what I meant.

She said, "It's time for me to go back. Even if you won't release Cynthia, I still have to go back. I can't stay outside forever; I need to justify myself." "Why? He doesn't even come to you. Why did you need to justify yourself to him? Stay here. When he comes, I will solve this problem." "Why can't you understand he's not the cause of the problems between us. The crux of the matter is that we can't be together. No matter how great Capital City is, it won't take me in, nor do I belong there." "Survival of the fittest. How can I survive when I can't fit in?"