Quotes About Outcast

Unfortunately, the world has taken some of the greatest minds God has given us and locked them up in cages. Most very brilliant or creative people seem strange to ordinary people. Geniuses are almost always outcasts. The intelligent are bullied on the playground. They see the world differently and are shunned for it. They nearly all turn out to be lonely at the least, locked up at the worst. It's human nature to encourage the status quo and shun those who see life differently.

The writer must be universal in sympathy and an outcast by nature: only then can he see clearly.

We have often been attracted to the story of the other, the outcast. And he and I just loved working together, so it just kept happening, and our relationship is completely bound up with our work. We enjoy each other's art.

The limitations of necessity made him free. He loved the necessity which exercised his faculties, and brought before his vision what he loved to see. he could have done nothing in other surroundings. Prostitutes were his sisters, and working men his brothers. Like them he was an outcast- an outcast who knew the peace of that despair which has long since given up useless strife.

If you seek to be a legend in your field, it will help you to understand that you will have to be comfortable being an outcast. For you will not fit into this society. And if you do fit neatly into this society, there is no way that you will be a legend.

A party. What was I going to do at a party? I had a feeling I'd have been much better off in the water with the sharks.

I?" the man said. "I am a drifter. A miscreant. The flame's last breath, made of smoke at its passing.

Our hearts of stone become hearts of flesh when we learn where the outcast weeps.

I was the funny-looking one who wore a trench coat and played hacky sack with the other greasy kids.

Look for the person everyone hates, and love them.

I was considered the black sheep of the family, neighbours didn't want their kids playing with me.

You're making me feel like a skunk at the garden party.

Maggad glances nervously around. He's well on the way to regretting this incursion into the newsroom, where he stands out like the proverbial turd in the punch bowl. He might own the place, but he doesn't belong.

I'm not the kind of guy a girl would take home to her mother. She'd kick the girl out and probably call the cops on me.

What would you have me say, Mr. Stonecrop? That my own boy shouldn't find shelter for someone in need? That my own boy shouldn't care for the outcast?" Now he leaned across the desk. "By God, that my own boy shouldn't stand up—as his father should have stood up—against the money of the town when it set about to destroy a community that never harmed it, merely for the sake of tourists from Boston? Is that what you'd have me say to

I tried so many times to fit in but I could never ever fit in. I was always like, an outcast.

I never fit in. I am a true alternative. And I love being the outcast. That's my role in life, to be an outcast.

To some people I'll always be the bad guy.

I cried to my mother that I wanted to go to Hebrew school; I wanted Jewish friends. But when my mother took me, the kids there all knew each other, and somehow I was even more of an outcast.

By embracing the "outcast," Jesus underscored the "sinfulness" of the persons and systems that cast them out.

When you are an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished.

The manager once called me the 'best freak' in his stable, and, sad as it sounds, I took pride in that. When you are an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished.

When you're an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished.

Ce mort-vivant a un corps qui est son propre corps. Il n'est ni mort, ni vivant mais vivant dans la mort. Il est une anomalie, un paria parmi les monstres.