Best 63 quotes in «fitting in quotes» category

Invisibility can be good as a superpower. But psychiatry reveals people don't like it very much.

I think fitting in is highly overrated. I’d rather just fit out... Fitting out means being who you are, even when people insist that you have to change. Fitting out means taking up space, not apologizing for yourself, and not agreeing with those who seek to label you with stereotypes.

It’s better to be a “misfit” than a “one-size-fits-all”!

It's kind of a strange church and I thought Winn-Dixie would fit right in.

It was endearing, in that way that almost ached sometimes, how much my folks wanted Foster to be okay. And I think even more than I did, they wanted Foster to be normal. For me, being normal meant fitting in. For them, I think, it just meant being happy.

It was happening. At least in that little section of the salon, women were connecting and doing what women knew how to do, show compassion, nurturing—helping someone fit in.

I stopped trying to fit in. Stopped going with the flow. Stopped blending in with the world. I stopped trying to mold myself into what others thought a “good” Christian should look like or act like.

I've never been anywhere or traveled anywhere where I didn't feel at home.

Many of us have gotten so used to playing to the expectations of society, of our families, of our friends, and of our minds, that we don’t even allow ourselves to consider who we really are or what we really need. We ignore the calls of our hearts, giving our lives, instead, to the demands of an outside world built on fitting in. We can stop this, right now. We can choose to listen to ourselves, to heed our deepest callings, whatever they are. We can give ourselves the freedom to be whoever the hell we want to be in this world. Right now, if we choose to. And why wouldn’t we?

It's hard to put into words what sometimes you pick up in the ether, the quiet, cruel nuances of not belonging- the subtle cues that tell you to not risk anything, to find your people and just stay put.

Maybe it's wrong-footed trying to fit people into the world, rather than trying to make the world a better place for people. [as quoted in "Brain Gain" by Margaret Talbot, The New Yorker, 4/27/09 issue]

Me, I trust people who show you what freaks they are. It's the ones who blend in that ya gotta watch out for.

Much to the confusion of small-minded people, confidence does not equate arrogance.

Never laugh at the man that asks 'stupid' questions. Just remember, when all of society thought the world was flat, a man once questioned, "What if the world was round?

Marilyn Monroe was a Carefree Scamp and she often felt like she didn’t belong, as if she’d somehow landed on the Wrong Planet. Clearly she wouldn’t phrase it that way, but throughout her life she was searching for members of her own tribe

So the person you drag with you - she manages to fit in no matter where she goes?' 'Well - she didn't always. But she's levelled up a lot since she started out. She just upgrades her equipment and hopes that there aren't any evil guilds waiting to shoot her in the back. And anyway, it's not always about fiting in, Dex.

She had met people who had tried to fit in. She had met people who tried to stand out. But until then she had never met anyone who simply tried to be themselves without expecting anything from those around them. It was a refreshing experience.

Omigosh—I'm a squash!

She may have been among them but she could never be one of them. She was without inclusion for-as-much as she was not "one of the girls" and she wasn't "one of the guys." She was an outsider gazing in, endlessly comfortless, while they wished they had what it took to be less like the others and more like her.

Teenagers are complicated and at times stubborn, yes, but we are not dumb. We see the world in a different light than the rest do, and sometimes, we’re misunderstood because of it. And that’s alright. That must be the definition of ‘human being’: Misunderstood. But neither of us should tolerate degradation in any of it forms.

Take comfort in the knowledge that you are different, even from the different ones.

The world accommodates you for fitting in, but only rewards you for standing out.

That empty sick feeling came over me again. In a big school it was easy to fade into the background, but I didn’t know if that would be possible here. I tried not to think about it anymore.

Starting this day, she was no longer going to be quiet, a wallflower no more.

What I mean is, she doesn't need to collect things for the sake of collecting them. She never has. She only wears gowns that make her feel beautiful, and she only spends time with people whose company she likes. She wants to please herself, not others. It doesn't matter to her if the things she likes are the ones other people think are the best.

The worst thing to call somebody is crazy, it's dismissive. 'But I don't understand this person', so they're crazy. That's bullshit cause people are not crazy, they strong people, maybe their environment is a little sick.

They weren't smiling and were looking in opposite directions, but it was as if their bodies flowed smoothly into each other's, through their arms and fingers. . . . There was a shared space between their bodies, the confines of which were not well delineated, from which nothing seemed to be missing and in which the air seemed motionless, undisturbed.

Well, Queen Orianna, back home I was like an almond tree growing in an orchard of apples. But here…everybody is nuts!

When I was young, I used to wish I would fit in… I’m glad I didn’t get my wish.

Why do the birds return?” “What d’you mean?” Brandon looked lost all of a sudden. “I mean, they could go anywhere. They’re free…so why do they return to this place?” Brandon grinned. “Cause home’s home no matter how bleak.

Why, you'll be 'changed, m'dear. We'll just swap you for a human child who'll make a good servant to the Band. Half Humans never work out 'mongst the Folk. No, never do." "But--I'm half Folk too... What if I never work out 'mongst the humans?" "Aye, you're neither one thing nor yet quite t'other. Pity, but there 'tis.

Want to know the truth about belonging? It takes courage to belong. It takes bravery to show up in your own skin. It’s easy to fit in. It’s easy to blend in and hide your outrageousness. And it’s also the easiest way to lose the precious parts of you. You deserve to be seen. You deserve to be heard. You deserve to be known for the real deal that you are. Stop taking the easy way out. Stop trying to fit in. The best place in life is where you’re already okay. Come home to you. It’s where you belong.

We won’t be able to choose who we’ll have to talk to in order to keep advancing in life. We won’t always like them, and they will most likely not like us back either, so it’s wrong to confine ourselves in our own little worlds when there’s plenty of it outside to explore.

When you don't fit in, be sure to stand out.

Whether you try too hard to fit in or you try too hard to stand out, it is of equal consequence: you exhaust your significance.

You can do everything right and still feel out of place.

You have to stop worrying about whether people like you. Some people don't even like themselves.

You really are a chameleon, aren't you? Fitting in wherever you go. "Aren't we all?" she said...

Anything that causes you to change who you are just to fit in is not good for you.

Who cares what insecure people think who are insanely jealous that you are OK with yourself?

You, baby sister, keep trying to fit your body in a box it was never meant to be in.

Authenticity is the language of visionaries.

But I don’t get to fit. Not anywhere.

Did other people have this much trouble fitting in, or was it just her?

But you don't have to fit in to be okay. Believe me! I am the not-fitting-in world expert. I have not fit in in maybe five different countries so far. I am homelandless. I even make mistakes when I speak Bulgarian. But it's not big deal, not really. It's not the end of the world, right? It's okay.

Don't stay in the harbour and miss the greatness of the sea. Just because everyone else is anchored, doesn't mean you have to be.

Don’t try to fit in; try to change.

Everybody struggles with this stuff, you know. With social discomfort and grief and fitting in. People with syndromes, people with disorders, people with diagnoses, and without. People who would be classified as neurotypical. Idiots and geniuses, maids and doctors. Nobody's got it all figured out.

Everyone at school has their little group. Even the people nobody likes seem to tolerate each together enough to sit together at lunch. But I just sort of wander around by myself most of the time. It'd almost be better if I thought no one liked me, if I had some weird tick or social inadequacy that could easily explain my alienation, but it's not that easy. People talk to me at school and invite me to parties, but something's missing on the smaller scale. I don't belong to anybody. I don't have anyone who is mine.

For the first time in my life, I actually wished that everyone was the same. And I despised myself for my "differentness" or "uniqueness" as an individual. In the world there are lots of social groups people can fit into, and I've spent time roaming in and out of a few and being kicked out of many. Now I stand on the outside and look in. Wondering where is my place. Coming to a conclusion, I have no place.