Quotes About Rejection

I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face.

Why not? Tell me. You owe me this!" She looks at me, square in the eye. Taking aim. And then she pulls the trigger. "Because I hated you." The wind, the noise it all just goes quiet for a second, and I'm left with a dull ringing in my ear, like a after a show, like a after a heart monitor goes to flatline. "Hated me? Why?" "Because you made me stay.

I've always said it's better to be hated than it is to be ignored. Maybe on the same lines, it's better to feel this than to feel nothing.

First you inspect me Then you dissect me Then you reject me I wait for the day That you'll resurrect me

She says this like people are constantly knocking down our door for a nice, dry, warm place to stay, when, in fact, we are the strays.

It's better to be hated than it is to be ignored

Back off, asshole. I haven't had a woman today, so I'm in no mood for this kind of bullshit.

Me: I think we should have sex again. Royce: Bad idea. Me: Why? Royce: I want more from you than sex. Me: Goodbye, you prudish bastard.

He'd asked me to marry him. He'd kissed me. Twice. He said he loved me. What a scum, rat, dog bastard. I wouldn't sleep with him now if I was dying and the only thing that could save me was a penis injection from him.

You're just begging for a piece of me, you know that?" she growled. "I don't know what gave you the idea I've lowered my standards, but I assure you, I haven't. I want no part of you.

I know girls want what they can't have, and they want to be the special exception responsible for taming the boy no one else can, even though they probably won't be.

No. Dang him, no!

Un giorno qualcuno ti affascinerà e incanterà, tanto che lo desidererai con ogni fibra del tuo essere. Spero che ti faccia impazzire e che ti respinga, almeno per un po', così forse capirai una minima parte del mio dolore.»

Apparently, dancing for him and throwing herself at him weren't enough. Apparently, she had to nearly commit murder to arouse him enough to attack her.

Rejections are not obstacles to a career. They're simply things that don't work and can do us no harm. Fearing rejection can do harm. It stops you from continuing.

Everybody doesnt have to like your material - just somebody who can write checks that dont bounce.

Then I thought to myself: "If I merely praise the Buddha-Vehicle, Beings sunk in suffering Will not be able to believe this Dharma. "And by rejecting the Dharma through unbelief They will fall into the three evil paths. It would be better not to teach the Dharma And quickly enter nirvana.

It seems to me, then, that vulnerability and and self-disclosure are at the heart of what we understand about the nature of God. And the reason I believe gay and lesbian people are spiritual people is that we too have participated in vulnerability and self-disclosure, especially in the process of coming-out. When someone shares with you who they really, really are, it is a special offering. To do so when it risks rejection is a profound, holy gift.

It seems to me, then, that vulnerability and self-disclosure are at the heart of what we understand about the nature of God. And the reason I believe gay and lesbian people are spiritual people is that we too have participated in vulnerability and self-disclosure, especially in the process of coming-out. When someone shares with you who they really, really are, it is a special offering. To do so when it risks rejection is a profound, holy gift.

When I walked out of the movie theater I started thinking about my second-grade teacher, Miss Bernard, who used to put up paintings from almost all of the other boys and girls in my class on the classroom walls—paintings that she considered worthy—but she never put up one of mine. She never told me why or gave me an encouraging word, but I got the message: "You're no good at art, Jerry.

There's a certain kind of lonely man who rejects love, because he believes that anyone who offers it wouldn't be a lover worth having.

We choose--or choose not--to be alone when we decide whom we will accept as our fellows, and whom we will reject. Thus an eremite in a mountain is in company, because the birds and coneys, the initiates whose words live in his 'forest books,' and the winds--the messengers of the Increate--are his companions. Another man, living in the midst of millions, may be alone, because there are none but enemies and victims around him.

I've invited all the best people. Lords, ladies, authors, ambassadors, debauchers, grave-robbers, perverts, sorcerers, courtesans, deranged scientists, and doll-makers. And a few innocent socialites, of course, but generally I receive polite notes of refusal from their parents—or invitations to be horsewhipped.

After being Turned Down by numerous Publishers, he had decided to write for Posterity.