Quotes About Rejection

I was a sullen kid who smoked cigarettes and wore black every day, and I went to a school that was lacrosse players and Izods.

It is impossible, in my mind, to distinguish between the refusal to receive a petition, or its summary rejection by some general order, and the denial of the right of petition.

There was a telemarketing job one summer in high school that I was rejected for. I still walk by the building that I actually had the interview in. It's still in New York, and I always think about that job and why I didn't get it.

I once spent a spent a summer selling encyclopedias door to door.

It didn't get into Sundance although I showed a rough cut which is a mistake to all filmmakers out there.

I got put out of my church choir because my pastor said, 'We can't have baby sister singing the blues and coming in here and singing on Sunday morning.'

Obama has already rejected the bright sunlight of public knowledge, which is democracy's great disinfectant and cure.

You ask me. You have asked others before this. You send them to magazines. You compare them with other poems, and you are upset when certain editors reject your work. Now (since you have said you want my advice) I beg you to stop doing that sort of thing. You are looking outside, and that is what you should most avoid right now. No one can advise or help you — no one

You're nobody, son. You don't exist—can't you see that?

A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within, more than the lustre of the firmament of bards and sages. Yet he dismisses without notice his thought, because it is his. In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts: they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty.

Truly speaking, it is not instruction, but provocation, that I can receive from another soul. What he announces, I must find true in me, or reject; and on his word, or as his second, be he who he may, I can accept nothing.

post-moderns to reject God, they have

You have to know how to accept rejection and reject acceptance.

Forget them. Burn all, burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean.

To hell with you. To hell with you and to hell with the Internet.

I'm afraid of them and they don't like me because I'm afraid.

Are you sought out at parties? No. Sorted out sometimes, and then slung out.

There is a taint of death, a flavor of mortality in lies,—which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world—what I want to forget.

Me parece que estoy tratando de contar un sueño… que estoy haciendo un vano esfuerzo, porque el relato de un sueño no puede transmitir la sensación que produce esa mezcla de absurdo, de sorpresa y aturdimiento en un rumor de revuelta y rechazo, esa noción de ser capturados por lo increíble que es la misma esencia de los sueños.

He found Luciana sitting alone at a table in the Allied officers' night club, where the drunken Anzac major who had brought her there had been stupid enough to desert her for the ribald company of some singing comrades at the bar. All right, I'll dance with you, she said, before Yossarian could even speak. But I won't let you sleep with me. Who asked you? Yossarian asked her. You don't want to sleep with me? she exclaimed with surprise. I don't want to dance with you.

Kraft was a skinny, harmless kid from Pennsylvania who wanted only to be liked, and was destined to be disappointed in even so humble and degrading an ambition. Instead, of being liked, he was dead, a bleeding cinder on the barbarous pile whom nobody had heard in those last precious moments while the plane with one wing plummeted.

Because he needed a friend so desperately, he never found one.

It isn't necessary to call me Father, the chaplain explained. I'm an Anabaptist.

Nobody would have anything to do with him. He began to drop things and to trip. He had a shy and hopeful manner in each new contact, and he was always disappointed. Because he NEEDED a friend so desperately, he never found one.