L. J. Smith Quotes

Sometimes I wonder where I am from. I am either way ahead or I come from another world. I don't recognise this world.

I’m living in separate universes, and I have no idea where I actually belong.

I don't know what 'home' or 'abroad' is any more.

Most of my films seem to be about people bewildered by the world around them, who don't fit into it and are trying to understand it.

To live is to feel oneself lost.

I'm a misplaced American, but don't know where I was misplaced.

I stand on the end platform of the tram and am completely unsure of my footing in this world, in this town, in my family. Not even casually could I indicate any claims that I might rightly advance in any direction. I have not even any defense to offer for standing on this platform, holding on to this strap, letting myself be carried along by this tram, nor for the people who give way to the tram or walk quietly along or stand gazing into shop windows. Nobody asks me to put up a defense, indeed, but that is irrelevant.

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.

Pero yo ya no soy yo Ni mi casa es ya mi casa. But now I am no longer I, nor is my house any longer my house.

Where are you now?’ Where was I now? Gripping the receiver, I raised my hand and turned to see what lay beyond the telephone booth. Where was I now? I had no idea. No idea at all. Where was this place? All that flashed into my eyes were the countless shapes of people walking by to nowhere. Again and again, I called out for Midori from the dead center of this place that was no place.

Quite suddenly Meggie felt fear rise in her like black brackish water, she felt lost, terribly lost, she felt it in every part of her. She didn't belong here! What had she done?

He longed to be lost but he couldn't bear not to be found.

When people are struggling, that's a painful place to be in, to not know who you are and where you belong and what you desire.

Sometimes I wake up and think, 'How did I get here?'

I'd always somehow felt slightly as if I'd been born in the wrong country.

I didn't know what country I represented anymore.

I don't feel that I belong anywhere. Or rather, if there's a place I belong, I don't feel I'm there.

Most of the time, I'm a little bewildered or sort of feel out of place.

Growing up, I never really felt like anything was my own. I moved a lot, and I never belonged anywhere.

We're alike, Jess would tell himself, me and Miss Edmunds . . . We don't belong at Lark Creek, Julia and me.

I´m a stranger in a strange land.

You can know the whole world and still feel lost in it.

My mother has always been the point I calibrated myself against. In knowing where she was, I could always locate myself, as well. These months she'd been gone, I felt like I'd been floating, loose and boundaryless, but now that I knew where she was, I kept waiting for a kind of certainty to kick in. It didn't. Instead, I was more unsure than ever, stuck between this new life and the one I'd left behind.

Did you ever look in the mirror And see a stranger standing there? Did you ever drive for miles and miles And wonder how on earth you got yourself there?

You described the feeling you’d always had of being misplaced, of always standing to one side of yourself, of watching yourself in the world even as you were being in the world, and wondering if this was how everyone felt. That you always believed that other people had a clearer idea of what they were doing, and didn’t worry quite so much about why.