Quotes About Rejection

The forests were foris, 'outside.' In them lived the outcasts, the mad, the lovers, brigands, hermits, saints, lepers, the paquis, fugitives, misfits, the persecuted, wild men. Where else could they go? Outside of the law and human society one was in the forest. But the forest's asylum was unspeakable. One could not remain human in the forest; one could only rise above or sink below the human level.

The Jews have earned Allah's anger by rejecting Muhammad (2:90), and the Christians have gone astray by holding to the divinity of Christ (5:72).

I know it's hard. It's one of the hardest things there is, but you know we can't make people love us. It happens, or it doesn't.

I wanted to be part of the gang, and the quickest way to screw up something like that is to act like a drag

painful emotional experiences, excessive frustration, personal rejection and hurt, physical illness, separation or loss, and death anxiety.

Experiencing the feeling of hunger that comes from unfulfilled emotional needs is bearable, albeit painful, for adults. Unfortunately, most individuals choose to deny or avoid this pain as they did when they were young. They seek every means to kill off their feeling of being rejected or alone. They resort to a fantasy bond, a powerful and effective painkiller, to relieve their fear of aloneness and lessen the ache of hunger.

An honest, unloving father or mother will do far less damage to his or her child than a role-playing, "loving" parent. A rejecting and unloving parent will cause a child pain, but a dishonestly rejecting parent causes the child pain and makes him or her feel "crazy.

When parents cannot bear to know that they are rejecting their children, they systematically cut off the children's opportunity to express themselves. Hiding the truth forces the children to bury their pain, which interferes with the possibility of healing.

Many children do not feel love for their parents either. After they have been damaged in their early years, they tend to have a self-centered, exploitive interest but no real feeling for their parents as people. Because their original affectionate feeling toward their parents was rejected, they become withholding and inward.

When children imagine themselves as one with their parent to protect against the feelings of hurt, pain, and rejection from that parent, they also incorporate the parental attitudes and behaviors that are causing them distress. In this manifestation of the fantasy bond, children parent themselves in the same destructive ways their parents did.

the tension introduced by covering up the absence of love further injures the child. Because they cannot bear to know that they are rejecting of their children, many parents systematically cut off the children's opportunity to develop and cure themselves of their pain.

If I let go of that feeling and cease to identify with it—in other words, take a step toward the interior version of the not-self experience—I'm rejecting natural selection's insistence that I consider myself special. Take that, natural selection!

This is my last communique from the planet of the monsters. Never again will I immerse myself in literature's bottomless cesspools. I will go back to writing my poems, such as they are, find a job to keep body and soul together, and make no attempt to be published.

Forget about it," he said. "Sell it to a philosophy quarterly or an urban anthropology journal, or write a fucking script if you want and let Spike Lee shoot the motherfucker, but it's not going to run in any magazine of mine.

Marchand dreams that in one magical and endless night the rejected manuscripts make love every way possible with his abandoned manuscript: they sodomize it, rape it orally and genitally, come in its hair, on its body, in its ears, in its armpits, etc., but when morning comes, his manuscript hasn't been fertilized. It's sterile. In that sterility, Marchand believes, lies its uniqueness, its magnetism.

Ovo je moj poslednji izveštaj sa planete monstruma. Nikada više ne?u da zaronim u more književnog sranja. Ubudu?e ?u skromno da pišem pesme i radi?u da ne bih umro od gladi i ne?u pokušavati da objavljujem.

Esta es mi última transmisión desde el planeta de los monstruos. No me sumergiré nunca más en el mar de mierda de la literatura. En adelante escribiré mis poemas con humildad y trabajaré para no morirme de hambre y no intentaré publicar.

Ésta es mi última transmisión desde el planeta de los monstruos. No me sumergiré nunca más en el mar de mierda de la literatura.

Conversation became strained as they each waited for a sign that they would not be rebuffed.

I would never... do you understand me? I could never desire you as a bed partner. Never." "And that, too, is a thing that we both have known for years. A thing that never needed speaking, those words that I must now carry with me for the rest of my life. We could have gone all our lives and never had this conversation. Now you have doomed us both to recall it forever.

A man hurried toward me, face shrouded in his hood against the wind. He glanced up and our eyes met. He blanched and turned aside, to hurry back the way he had come. Well, and so he might. I felt my anger building to an unbearable heat. The wind whipped at my hair and sought to chill me, but I only strode faster, and felt the strength of my hatred grow hotter. It lured me and I followed it like the scent of fresh blood.

I shall not waste any more words on you," she said coldly. "Your mind is too closed to hear them.

Keep trying, especially at first. It can be very discouraging if your submissions keep being rejected by a publisher, but if your work is what people want to read, you should get there eventually!

His scientific community will reject him for believing in God. Unless, of course, someone challenges the biggest enthymeme of them all that they are not separate realms to begin with just separate methods in search of the same unified mystery.