Quotes About Rejection

People are waiting in line for 15 years before they get rejected, O.K.? That's why people don't want to invest in America.

Everybody wants to be more wanted, until they are.

Some films I say no to and they end up working very well, but I don't care, I just want to do something exciting.

The failing was that it was so easily won, and therefore became a thing of little worth for the recipient. Could no one see the hurt she felt, each and every time she was cast aside, sorely used, battered by rejection? Did they think she welcomed such feelings, the crushing despond of seeing the paucity of her worth?

You'll not have me, Lord, because you can't.

Bah! You're not worth the effort anyway!' And all at once she collapsed into a heap of spiders that scurried in all directions.

By that argument, is not the opposite equally true? That what we reject ceases. That 'truth' is born in what we seek. That we create in order to believe. That we find only what we have created. That wonder does not exist outside ourselves? By our belief, we create the gods. And so, in turn, we can destroy them. With a single thought. A moment's refusal, an instant's denial.

What's wrong with you?' 'Happy…ha, that's good. Very good.' He then turned to study her. 'You're eager for Skulldeath to take one of those flying leaps straight between your legs? You want to get pregnant with some prince from some Seven Cities flying squirrel tribe?

Who was Harllo? The man walked to his horse and swung himself into the saddle. He collected the reins. 'I'm not sure,' he said after a moment's consideration. 'The way it started, well, it seemed . . .' he hesitated, and then said, 'he was a boy nobody loved.

We rejected civilization, but so too we rejected anarchy for its petty belligerence and the weakness of thought it announced. By these decisions, we made ourselves lost and bereft of purpose

The sprig of parsley garnishing the plate experiences soul-crushing rejection if left uneaten

Zen discourse ranges from rejection to veneration with exorcistic trends never disappearing, and the haughty disdain for supernaturalism in some records coexists with full-scale syncretism that includes purification rites. This range in the levels of discourse of Japanese amalgamations offers many striking contrasts with the nonassimilative, intolerant interactions between Christianity and medieval European paganism.

Epstein came up with an elaborate plan, including TV ads, and presented it to the board. The board rejected it. "It really came down to this," McCaffrey later said. "We have a limited budget. Do we want to put that money into the technology, into the infrastructure, into hiring really great people? Or do we want to blow it on a marketing campaign that we can't measure?" Larry and Sergey told Epstein that his interim stint was over

I hated the royal wedding.

The artist committing himself to his calling has volunteered for hell, whether he knows it or not. He will be dining for the duration on a diet of isolation, rejection, self-doubt, despair, ridicule, contempt, and humiliation.

Maybe nature is fundamentally ugly, chaotic and complicated. But if it's like that, then I want out.

Love me, Love me, I cried to the rocks and the trees, And Love me, they cried again, but it was only to tease. Once I cried Love me to the people, but they fled like a dream, And when I cried Love to my friend, she began to scream. Oh why do they leave me, the beautiful people, and only the rocks remain, To cry Love me, as I cry Love me, and Love me again.

I come from a family of losers, and I've rejected my family as something I don't want to be like.

He felt that he was donning his other-life attire, he was making some kind of obvious invitation, which Owen would scorn.

You have never liked being denied," Tatrini said. "You always want your own way, and might have had it all those years ago, but for Khaster Leckery. Tayven spurned you, and for that you wanted to kill him.

I am she who once lived within your father, but he cast me out at the old domain. I miss him so badly. I miss the warmth of flesh. Let me in, Dragon Heir. Let me lie comfortably within your skin. I can show you such delights.

Do you want me, Rufus?" Khaster asked coldly. "If so, forget it. You needn't bother showing concern for my well-being.

You are beautiful, Daniel thought, but empty. I thought I wanted to touch you, but I don't. You won't let me reach the places I want to touch.

You are a fool! He is not Daniel, and you will never be me!