Quotes About Rejection

I change my mind about the new black getup and opt for the chocolate brown outfit I was going to wear to the party. I'm not trying to inspire Michael. I just want to look inspired. God, I hope he has a big fat gut and his teeth are rotting and he can't stand up straight because his penis has fallen off and he smells like mustard.

Oh. I see. People don't want to see what can't possibly exist.

SOD YOU, THEN, Death said.

Mort was hurt by this. It was one thing not to want to marry someone, but quite another to be told they didn't want to marry you.

Gods didn't mind atheists, if they were deep, hot, fiery, atheists like Simony, who spend their whole life hating gods for not existing. That sort of atheism was a rock. It was nearly belief …

But I thought she thought he was just a big pile of jobbies?" he said. "I seen her oout walkin', an' when he comes ridin' past, she sticks her nose in th' air and looks the other wa'. In fact, sometimes I seen her wait aroound a full five-and-twenty minutes for him tae come past, just so's she can do that.

Does not happen!

So they decided against me. Now I will have to go through that door after all,—like all those others. They'll draw the curtains for me, too. Into that other room—then back across the passage— saying good-bye as I go, like those others. I will not be here any more. He seemed to be going over each step in his mind—each step with which he was so familiar, only now, for the first time, he was living it for himself.

He couldn't handle men. All his life he had run away from humans and what they represented to him. He was like a frightened child when men closed in on him.

The work that I've gotten in the hiatuses seems to indicate that I will have a little more work after 'Mad Men' than I did when I was scraping by while I was temping in New York, but who knows? People very easily could be like, 'Meh, we're done with that. We've got Jon Hamm. We're good without the weird one with glasses.'

We're being critiqued every day, whether you hear them critiquing you, or it's behind your back, whether it's the client, casting, friends, agents - you're constantly being judged, and you're constantly being denied!

When I went home from Juilliard, I couldn't find acting work.

The best thing I ever learned when I first started acting is that you audition, and then you forget about it when you walk out the door. Even when you have a callback, you can't bank on things until you actually book that job, or your heart will just be broken over and over again.

If I feel like you've disrespected me, you might as well just be dead to me.

If you want to be an actor, you should keep confident. Don't get too much of an ego and become not humble. But you should have esteem and not feel bad when you don't book something. So I think you should just stay humble, but you also need to have some esteem to make yourself keep going.

I was the class clown in high school, but I always took it too far, so nobody liked me. I was annoying. Like, I would get a laugh and then keep going and keep going.

Every single 'no' that you get, you know that that was an experience that you learned from. Keep going.

I've kept my sanity in this business by trying out for a role and then going home and trying to forget about it.

Fabio kept asking me out, but I knew we'd never get his ego through the door.

I'm not the kind of guy a girl would take home to her mother. She'd kick the girl out and probably call the cops on me.

I feel like whenever I do a movie, people think, 'Well, that's good, but that's probably the best he'll do.' I sort of bang and bang and kick in a door, and people say, 'Now a million doors will open for you.' And they don't.

I don't care what reviewers think. If somebody hates a performance of mine, I kind of get a kick out of it. It amuses me when critics take something so irrelevant as a movie so seriously.

Everyone knows that in Hollywood, when you're hot, you've got to run with it. Because eventually they kick you out.

I ended up dropping out of high school at 16 and getting kicked out of my home. My parents told me, sadly, that because I was so disruptive to the rest of the household, that I could no longer live under their roof.