Quotes About Rejection

She was achingly effortless, and she would never, in a million years, choose me.

She rested her hand on my arm, and we walked toward the gazebo. 'Nope,' I said, steering her away. 'That's a sad place. We don't go there.

When I was a kid I got no respect. I had no friends. I remember the seesaw. I had to keep running from one end to the other.

In my life I've been through plenty. When I was three years old, my parents got a dog. I was jealous of the dog, so they got rid of me.

I was always depressed, but I could tell a joke and get a laugh. But not from my mother. She never thought my jokes were funny.

I tell ya one thing about me. I say "No" to drugs. When people ask me for some of my drugs, I say "No.

I never got girls when I was a kid. One girl told me, "Come on over, there's nobody home." I went over. There was nobody home.

The canons of literary taste as they have hardened in the twentieth century leave little place for Rabelais.

Narcissists identify being loved with being possessed, engulfed, and inevitably discarded.

She knows she has treated Jerry cruelly at times, but she's lost respect for him because, as she states, "He's always there and just keeps coming back. What is the matter with him?" She's just met someone more intriguing at her Twelve Step meeting, and after all, Jerry will be much happier without her.

where rejection is present with neurotic anxiety, we found a certain constellation always present: The rejection was never accepted as an objective fact, but was held in juxtaposition with idealized expectations about the parent. The young woman was unable to appraise the parent realistically, but always confused the reality situation with expectations of what the parent should have been or might yet become.

what is significant about rejection, as a source of neurotic anxiety, is how it is interpreted by the child. In impact upon the child, there is radical difference between rejection as an objective experience (which does not necessarily result in subjective conflict for the child), and rejection as a subjective experience. The important question psychologically is whether the child felt himself or herself rejected.

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Cities were always like people, showing their varying personalities to the traveler. Depending on the city and on the traveler, there might begin a mutual love, or dislike, friendship, or enmity. Where one city will rise a certain individual to glory, it will destroy another who is not suited to its personality. Only through travel can we know where we belong or not, where we are loved and where we are rejected.

No is never "no," it's just "no" for now.

The problem with chasing young women is that they refuse to run.

Look, I can't go out with you, because...because...because I'm a lesbian.

Then you're not coming? You'd rather go to the pen? Okay! . . . You don't care if I turn you in? ... You don't care if I love you or not? . . . You don't care about my future? You don't care about anything, do you? . . ." No, he says. In a way you're right . . . But it's not just you ... I don't care about anyone else either . . . Christ, don't take it as an insult! ... I know you're a sweet kid . . . But I don't want to be loved anymore ... It disgusts me! . . .

Nigdy niczego nie potrzebuj?... Odmawiam wszystkiego... Nie chc? ani poca?unku... ani r?cznika! Chc? tylko pogr??a? si? we wspomnieniach!... I ?eby zostawiono mnie w spokoju!... Wszystkie wspomnienia!... Okoliczno?ci! To wszystko, czego sobie ?ycz?!...

She couldn't imagine ever having sex with Kevin again. The very idea repulsed her.

Nothing mattered much to me for a time there, after you told me you could never love me, Anne. There was nobody else–there never could be anybody else for me but you. I´ve loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school

It is mortifying to refuse a man and then discover that his main feeling is bewilderment

But please don't ask me to eat anything, especially boiled pork and greens. Boiled pork and greens are so unromantic when one is in affliction.

He felt locked into Lane's version of him. Disposable. Occupying a space, a slot in the world, for no good reason. And therefore, in the end—after years of what he took to be closeness—not even worth a goodbye. He must be less than no one. Because no one, at least, contained possibility.