Quotes About Fitting in

You know, I think when I was young, I was just always worried about how I was going to fit in, what I needed to do to be better. I think now, as you get older, you kind of think more as a team concept of, 'How do I get everyone on the same page?'

Like most people, I have painful memories of trying to fit in as a child. I wore, said, and did pretty much what everyone else did.

We're all just trying to fit in and find ourselves, particularly when we're growing up.

Obviously, you look at a situation and you say, 'What do I need to do to fit in?' I looked at the Clippers and said, 'I really need to work on my dunk shots.'

I definitely felt awkward and I didn't fit in. Other than that, I'm learning that everyone felt that way: even the popular girls.

It just became too much to bear... the pressure of trying to fit into a world that perhaps wasn't really set up for people like myself.

I don't want anyone to ever say that I don't belong where I am.

I couldn't see where the collection of Burger King figurines fit in, but I supposed there was no reason why psychopaths shouldn't have unrelated hobbies.

How could I have thought that I needed to cure myself in order to fit into the 'real' world? I didn't need curing, and the world didn't, either; the only thing that did need curing was my understanding of my place in it. Without that understanding - without a sense of belonging to the real world - it was impossible to thrive in an imagined one.

A year is plenty of time to fit in, right? Like a square peg is going to fit into a round hole if you just give it time? You could say that when I arrived here in the middle of my seventh-grade year I settled into a well-defined niche that was purely my own and remains so in eighth grade. The niche of a minuscule, mouthy Mohawk misfit. And nothing is going to change that.

I love that, 'mommy-shaming.' When I was a new mom, I was obsessed with how I was being perceived and trying to fit in as a mom, going to mommy-and-me classes and things like that, and never quite measuring up to 'the real moms,' the 'robot moms,' as I called them.

Middle school was probably my hardest time. I was trying to fit in for so long, until about junior year of high school when I realized that trying to fit into this one image of perfection was never going to make me happy.

I have fitted perfectly in the team and in the team's style of play.

A sea of adolescence streamed by, each of us in our own way trying to both fit in and stand out.

I've got a 27-inch waist. Before, I was stupid smaller. Finding clothes in the South was impossible.

I left L.A. and moved to Cleveland for four years in the early 2000s or whatever. I came back and thought that everything had changed. I was like, 'Oh my God, I don't think I ever fit in here. And wait, who are all of these celebrities that are not actors? Where did all of the actors go?'

I was never a troublemaker, but I also was never a nerdy kid. I was never a cool kid or a sports kid. At lunchtimes, I never fit in with any cliques, so I'd end up just walking around the school by myself, listening to music.

I wanted to blend in 'cause I knew I was different.

Puma was a great fit for me. Obviously, they were looking for someone that was going to fit their brand, and I was looking to wear stuff that was going to fit me and not where I was going to go out and just blend in with everyone else. So it's been a great fit.

I wasn't bullied or anything, but I didn't really fit in.

All of a sudden I'm an actor, and I spend a decade trying to fit in and realising that I didn't, really. Sometimes in the right circumstances, with the right people, it felt OK. But other times it was a bit more jobbing. I didn't fit the mould, somehow.

There was a period in music that didn't suit what I did. I didn't fit in.

I was super insecure in middle school; I didn't tell anyone I swam because it wasn't the cool sport to be doing.

They are an ordered, more or less consistent picture of the world, to which our habits, our tastes, our capacities, our comforts and our hopes have adjusted themselves. They may not be a complete picture of the world, but they are a picture of a possible world to which we are adapted. In that world people and things have their well-known places, and do certain expected things. We feel at home there. We fit in. We