Quotes About Rejection

Because there had to be something wrong, didn't there, if even your own mother didn't really love you?

he knew better than anyone that you couldn't make someone stay with you. There was no point trying to hang on to someone who didn't want you.

I told him I loved him," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And he just said it wasn't enough." Her eyes were wide and bleak. "How am I supposed to live with that?

For the first time I felt overwhelmed, crushed by the knowledge that I was alone in a city that no longer welcomed me.

Mr. Franz, I think careers are a 20th century invention and I don't want one.

Lane and I got turned down in a lot of places because people thought the manuscript of The Three Little Pigs was too sophisticated. That became a curse word—the 'S' word… People don't give kids enough credit for knowing the fairy tales and being able to get what parody is.

Benjamin, min son. Du har skrivit igen. Jag har bett dig att inte skriva och jag ber dig ännu en gång. Du måste förstå. Jag älskar dig. Jag hoppas du mår bra. Med jag låtsas att du inte finns.

The plain fact is that she never really liked me, and never wanted me. I had been a mistake; and that, to some extent, is what I remain in my own eyes, to this day. The knowledge never goes, can never be undone. You just have to find a way to live with it.

But they that evil entreat Christ's faithful ministers, especially in that wherein they are faithful, shall be severely punished: Matt. x. 14, 15, "And whosoever shall not receive you, nor hear your words, when ye depart out of that house or city, shake off the dust of your feet. Verily I say unto you, It shall be more tolerable for the sinners of Sodom and Gomorrah in the day of judgment, than for that city.

When he heard his father call out for Abel and he saw his borther go forth, it made him feel like he was nothing. He couldn't even say that he felt like Cain anymore. One could not feel like Cain because it had no flavor. Cain was the absence of flavor. Cain was like saliva or a Wednesday.

As in most cities, L.A.'s venerable country clubs were founded as citadels of us versus them. Wasn't success judged by who you rejected?

She knew a couple of writers. They were always broke.

Tone is the hardest part of saying no.

When Jacob was chosen, Esau was not rejected. God does not reject. "Though my mother and father might abandon me, the Lord will take me in" (Psalms 27:10). Chosenness means two things: intimacy and responsibility. God holds us close and makes special demands on us. Beyond that, God is the God of all mankind – the Author of all, who cares for all.

This guy's a drag." I spoke under my breath. "He sure is." "Know what I suggest?" "Yep. And the answer's no. I'm not going to kill him." "Oh, you're no fun.

Unless you want to fuck me, why do you care what I look like?

I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off.

Light-heartedness vanished as swiftly as it had come out there beneath the stars, and yet again he wished females to the devil.

You're like Marilyn Monroe,' Ken tells me, which I take as a compliment and say a nervous "Thank You". Interrupting, he adds, 'You're all velvet and Velcro. Men want you because you're sexy and broken and when it gets too rough they can say "Hey! This toy is broken!" and toss you aside without feeling bad.

It's as if he can no longer acknowledge the love he felt or the pain I am in. I have been dismissed. I don't think I was smarter or as beautiful as the other girls he did this to. It's just that I was me. It was all I had.

Of course he freaked me out. Of course it's nothing to do with me. But none of that matters. He loved me and now he doesn't. I was everything to him and now I am nothing.

When he kisses me, I cry. I explain it's not because I wish he were someone else, it's because it's such a shock to the system to be desired after feeling so completely abandoned.

He was addicted to me and now he has gone cold turkey. He used to send me fifty texts a day. And now he is ignoring me. It's like I was once his Barack Obama. And now I am John McCain, conceding defeat like a sad-face sock puppet, knowing I have sold the best of myself. He, my electorate, not only does not want me, he actively feels pity.

Aquela aterradora sessão fez com que perdesse a vontade de reencontrar os velhos amigos. Como fez bem, quinze anos antes, em deixar sua convivência! Como o detestam por tê-lo feito! Enquanto ele lutava pela sobrevivência no front ocidental, eles ficavam marinando em seu desconfortável conforto, protegidos pela placa de chumbo da amarga consciência de sua mediocridade.