Gayle Forman Quotes

And yet I understood the alienation of being around others who couldn't really see you or chose not to. I'd felt the self-loathing that came with being a fraud, protraying an image of what you wished you could be but weren't. I'd lived with the fear that people you loved might turn away from you if they ever got to know the true person hidden inside.

The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!

It’s just … everything. There are too many people. And I don’t fit in. I don’t know how to be. Nothing that I’m good at is the sort of thing that matters there. Being smart doesn’t matter—and being good with words. And when those things do matter, it’s only because people want something from me. Not because they want me.

I never quite fit in - at least, from my own perspective, you know.

I'm surrounded by people and feel alone.

I think, at the end of the day, I have an outsider's heart.

Even in the presence of others he was completely alone.

I think I always felt like an outsider, like a weirdo.

The capacity for not feeling lonely can carry a very real price, that of feeling nothing at all.

Nobody notices me. Nobody thinks I'm me. But then I look less like me than most of the people coming to our concerts.

I don't ever feel like anybody knows who I am.

I think a lot of kids feel alone and slightly isolated and in their own world.

I felt like, 'How do I fit in?' But then I never fit in. The whole time, I've never fit in.

I've often felt I don't belong quite wherever I am.

I always felt different in a lot of ways and didn't really know how to express that.

I was a highly sensitive kid, sort of an old soul, and I felt like a lot of people in my peer group didn't fully understand me, or I couldn't fully be myself. I just wasn't engaged in a way that was fulfilling me.

I was an incredibly misanthrope. I couldn't relate to people my age, and I'm not sure why, as I wasn't particularly smart or interesting

there were times when I was more at home in front of millions of people than I was at home.

I am like the fish in the aquarium, thinking in a different language, adapting to a life that’s not my natural habitat. I am the people in the other cars, each with his or her own story, but passing too quickly to be noticed or understood.

My problem might be that even if I did go home, I wouldn’t belong there, among people who give without thinking and care without trying.

A lot of people are lonely. A lot of people are lonely even when they're surrounded by other people.

It's not important what other people call you. If you yourself know you're a fake, that's tougher to live with.

The individual in the ordinary circumstances of living may feel more unreal than real; in a literal sense, more dead than alive; precariously differentiated from the rest of the world, so that his identity and autonomy are always in question.... He may not possess an over-riding sense of personal consistency or cohesiveness. He may feel more insubstantial than substantial, and unable to assume that the stuff he is made of is genuine, good, valuable. And he may feel his self as partially divorced from his body.

When I was younger I felt lonely... In terms of my thought processes. I had the constant feeling that I thought differently to everyone around me. So, I suppose I felt lonely for a home. I didn't know where I wanted to be, but I knew I wasn't there yet.

I have never fit into this town, this marriage, this skin. I am the child who was picked last to play tag; I am the girl who laughed although she did not get the joke; I am the piecemeal part of you that you pretend doesn't exist, except it is all I am, all the time.