Quotes About Rejection

The prayers of a wretch I might accept, but no one else's, not even a saint's.

El ser verdaderamente solitario no es el que ha sido abandonado por los hombres, sino el que sufre en medio de ellos, el que arrastra su desierto en las ferias y despliega sus talentos de leproso sonriente, de comediante de lo irreparable. Los grandes solitarios de antaño eran felices, no conocían el doblez, no tenían nada que ocultar: no se relacionaban más que con su propia soledad…

Only God has the privilege of abandoning us. Men can only drop us.

What an idea, to want to be loved! They impose it upon themselves without success. After so many fruitless attempts, would they not be better off yielding to the obvious, admitting at last the substantiation of their disappointments?

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

Peró Abrines aviat es consolava: Mallorca i la vida, les dues tan sòlides, ¿no consistien, davant la novetat, més a rebutjar sense aclarir que no a acceptar després d'escoltar?

By remaining unmarried, a creature of the female sex becomes void of meaning; selfish and cold, she creates repulsion.

No one can survive childhood without being wounded. Everyone remembers at least one time when their parents rejected them, pushed them away, even though they may have still been in the womb, blind, and unable to speak. That's why, as adults, we all look for someone to become our parents again, and for someone to look after us in times of need. And we search for a person to live with who can provide the companionship we so desperately want.

I shall not be disappointed to leave all you bastards behind.

How many times since then have I rejected Love because it did not present itself the way I expected, in a form acceptable to me?

I know what it looks like when someone's pushing the whole world away and how much you can lose while you're doing it.

I told you, animals have a thing for me. It's the grown-ups I can't seem to win over.

You must get hurt a lot," he murmured. She looked at him in surprise. "Why do you say that?" "Because you don't hide anything. You put yourself out there for the world to like or dislike.

I don't want you anymore. I don't want to be second choice, second best, second whatever. I don't want to be the one who trails after you like some stupid lost puppy dog. I don't want to be the one you got stuck with after the one you loved got away.

Jane felt that he would write from the depths of a wretchedness that would not necessarily be insincere because its outward signs were so theatrical. Pesumably attractive men and probably woman too must always be suffering in this way; they must so often have to reject and cast aside love, and perhaps even practice did not always make them ruthless and cold-blooded enough to do it without feeling any qualms.

Ageing, slightly mad and on the threshold of retirement, it was an uneasy combination and it was no wonder that people shied away from her or made only the most perfunctory remarks. It was difficult to imagine what her retirement would be like—impossibe and rather gruesome to speculate on it.

Despised as ineffective, they were ineffective because they were despised.

It is very difficult for a recipient of secret information to believe its validity when it does not conform to his preconceived plans or ideas; he believes what he wants to believe and rejects what does not verify what he already knows, or thinks he knows.

Evil is the rejection of the infinite for the finite.

For an actor, you're rejected eight or ten times a day. All you've got to sell is yourself. You're not selling products, they're not turning down a car, they're turning you down. Most people can't handle that. Most people are essentially not set up that way.

But grace is always hard for rebels to understand; their view of God is too small.

I can't take it anymore. I thought maybe there would be one last conversation, but I can't take it. [...] I've thought of it often, over the years, obsessing over it, designing it in my imagination over and over, tweaking and revising [...]

Very often one "pushes away" the very thing that one most wants to grab, like a lover. This is a common, although distressing, psychological mechanism, having to do (in my opinion) with the fact that what is presented is not presented "purely", that there is a little canker or grim place in it somewhere.

An abandoned shoe, a rotten tooth, a snub nose, the cook spitting in the soup of his masters are to love what a battle flag is to nationality.