Quotes About Rejection

But the city doesn't grab anyone under the arms: on the contrary, it constantly seeks to fend off the unfortunate people who repair to it in search of a career, to destroy them and annihilate them.

The loser was a born loser, I thought, he has always been the loser and if we observe the people around us carefully we notice that these people consist almost entirely of losers like him, I said to myself, of

It is not just Gould's playing but the fact that he stopped playing, turned his back on the world, that fascinated Bernhard. It

Mais, lui, ne voulant pas renier son caractère, avait, avant de se suicider, brûlé l'œuvre de sa vie, la rendant au néant en quelques instants, après avoir consacré des dizaines d'années à la mener à bien, et il n'avait pas voulu la laisser à une postérité qui ne la méritait en aucun cas (Génie).

Tot ce-i la mod? mi-a repugnat întodeauna.Probabil c? suf?r de ceea ce am numit egoism artistic,în privinÅ£a artei vreau totul numai pt mine,vreau s?-l am singur pe Schopenhauer al meu,pe Pascal al meu,pe Novalis al meu ÅŸi pe mult iubitul meu Gogol,vreau s? posed numai eu singur aceste produse de art?,aceste agresiuni artistice geniale,vreau s?-i am eu singur pe Michelangelo,Renoir,Goya.

shaking people up." Finally, art was for both of them not an end in itself but a way of achieving an ascetic renunciation of the world. "Art should be given the chance to phase itself out," Gould

Every great advance in natural knowledge has involved the absolute rejection of authority. -- Thomas H. Huxley

Every great advance in natural knowledge has involved the absolute rejection of authority.

We learn that it is not the rays which bodies absorb, but those which they reject, that give them the colours they are known by; and in the same way people are specialized by their dislikes and antagonisms, whilst their goodwill is looked upon as no attribute at all.

Kiss my foot, sir; my face is for mouths of consequence.

We learn that it is not the rays which bodies absorb, but those which they reject, that give them the colours they are known by;

But what between the poor men I won't have, and the rich men who won't have me, I stand as a pelican in the wilderness!

Because 'tis always mournful not to be wanted, even if at the same time 'tis convenient.

It often happens that in situations of unrestraint, where there is no thought of the eye of criticism, real feeling glides into a mode of manifestation not easily distinguishable from rodomontade. A veneer of affectation overlies a bulk of truth, with the evil consequence, if perceived, that the substance is estimated by the superficies, and the whole rejected.

The people who had turned their heads turned them again as the service proceeded; and at last observing her they whispered to each other. She knew what their whispers were about, grew sick at heart, and felt that she could come to church no more.

You were nothing to me once, and I was contented; you are now nothing to me again, and how different the second nothing is from the first! Would to God you had never taken me up, since it was only to throw me down!

They seemed, like himself, to be living in a world which did not want them.

Here and everywhere be folk dying before their time like frosted leaves, though wanted by their families, the country, and the world; while I, an outcast, an encumberer of the ground, wanted by nobody, and despised by all, live on against my will!

We learn that it is not the rays which bodies absorb, but those which they reject, that give them the colours they are known by; and in the same way people are specialized by their dislikes and antagonisms, whilst their goodwill is looked upon as no attribute at all. Henery

You know what that feeling is, continued Boldwood, deliberately. A thing strong as death. No dismissal by a hasty letter affects that.

He won't hurt me. HE'S not in love with me.

Ay, I'm a poor man—a poor gentleman, in fact: those I would be friends with, won't be friends with me; those who are willing to be friends with me, I am above being friends with.

It's hard and ugly to know someone can understand you without even liking you.

Any rational society would either kill me or give me my books.