Quotes About Outsider

I've been such an outsider my whole life.

From the outside, business can look like "a seemingly mindless game of chance at which any donkey could win provided only that he be ruthless. But that is of course how any human activity looks to the outsider unless it can be shown to be purposeful, organized, systematic; that is unless it can be presented as the generalized knowledge of a discipline." —Peter F. Drucker

She felt the warmth of Peter's arm under her neck, and it almost felt like he was an extension of her, and like if they had souls, they lay somewhere snug between their two bodies. Maybe all of her strangeness, her curse, her always feeling like an outsider, had all existed so that she could belong here, with Peter.

But the outsider in May, the one from Briery Swamp who had never fit quite right, kept her tucked safely in her nook.

her size bothered them, like a piece of mail they couldn't find a mailbox for. Still, there were other young

From the first, Giles had enjoyed staying with the Talbots. They welcomed him with a generosity that he'd always known was exceptional. But envy tinged his gratitude. Because however kind this noisy, loving, exuberant clan was, however willingly they included him in their festivities, he remained an outsider. An outsider yearning after the lovely daughter of the house like grim Hades yearned after bright Persephone. Darkness hungering for irresistible light.

Though she lived on the periphery of God's people and was unquestionably an outsider, Rahab nevertheless had eyes to see, ears to hear, a heart to hope, and a will to throw herself on God's mercy.

Like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness; she was a marginal outsider, a secret infidel of a certain sort.

I'm like a jew who ends up in the wrong country. I'm not a part. I'm not a member. I'm frozen.

I would say that although my music may be or may have been part of the cultural background fabric of the gay community, I consider myself an outsider who belongs everywhere and nowhere... Being a human being is what truly counts. That's where you'll find me.

One of the things that Ang brings to all of his projects is his deep sense of being a double exile, an outsider's outsider.

I love a kind of shambling outsider protagonist who always feels like they're 'other.'

The modern hero is the outsider. His experience is rootless. He can go anywhere. He belongs nowhere. Being alien to nothing, he ends up being alienated from any type of community based on common tastes and interests. The borders of his country are the sides of his skull.

Awards shows... I just feel like a fish out of water at those things.

I never really fit in anywhere.

I don't think I've ever really fitted into the industry and the scene. I feel like I've always been on the cusp.

I've always been an outsider. I think, being in the White House press corps, it's difficult to do the sort of journalism that I would want to do.

My privileged upbringing and education and linguistic fluency gave me such proximity to whiteness that it stung all the more to still find myself outside of it. My mother, on the other hand, not only accepted that she would always be an outsider in this country but also believed it to be a finer fate and home than any other she could have had.

I've always been an outsider everywhere I go - I don't fit in with the Swedish rap community or the American rap community. But who cares?

Did you ever feel as if the whole world was a tuxedo, and you were a pair of brown shoes?

This paranoid Islam, which blames outsider, 'infidels', for all the ills of Muslim societies, and whose proposed remedy is the closing of those societies to the rival project of modernity, is presently the fastest growing version of Islam in the world.

No disrespect to any other god, but Shiva's an outsider god. He breaks the rules. He's a brilliant musician, a brilliant dancer; he treats his wife as an equal, and she opposes him many times, but he obsessively loves her.

Part of me always felt like the other, the outsider, the observer. My father had two sons with his second wife, who I didn't meet until my late 20s. I was always on the periphery. In Madrid, I was the only Turk in a very international school, so I had to start thinking about identity. All these things affected me.

People call me wild. Not really though, I'm not. I guess I've never been normal, not what you call Establishment. I'm country.