Quotes About Rejection

We have been unconsciously exploiting antifragility in practical life and, consciously, rejecting it—particularly in intellectual life. The

Mother Nature has given us some defense mechanisms: as in Aesop's fable, one of these is our ability to consider that the grapes we cannot (or did not) reach are sour. But an aggressively stoic prior disdain and rejection of the grapes is even more rewarding. Be aggressive; be the one to resign, if you have the guts.

I knew I did not belong.

Innovation is saying no to 1,000 things.

Yo tampoco te quiero, es imposible quererte. ¿Y sabes por qué? Porque no tienes valor para ir hasta el fondo de las cosas. No eres más que un tapón de corcho, eso es lo que eres. Nadie te quiere porque tú no quieres a nadie.

If someone I like does not return my feeling, it may be disappointing or even painful, but it is not a reflection on my personal worth.

When our illusion of self-esteem rests on the fragile support of never being challenged, when our insecurity finds evidence of rejection where no rejection exists, then it is only a matter of time until our inner bomb explodes. The form of the explosion is self-destructive behavior—and the fact that one may have an extraordinary intelligence is no protection. Brilliant people with low self-esteem act against their interests every day.

Like all other joys, she rejected it as sin.

Every gesture, every word, and even the silence of those with whom she came in contact, implied, and often expressed, that she was banished, and as much alone as if she inhabited another sphere, or communicated with the common nature by other organs and senses than the rest of human kind.

She perchance underwent an agony from every footstep of those that thronged to see her, as if her heart had been flung into the street for them all to spurn and trample upon.

it was cause enough that the world was not worthy to be any longer trodden by his feet.

In all her intercourse with society, however, there was nothing that made her feel as if she belonged to it.

He had lost his faith in the invisible, and now prided himself, as such unfortunates invariably do, in the wisdom which rejected much that even his eye could see, and trusted confidently in nothing but what his hand could touch. This is the calamity of men whose spiritual part dies out of them...

Karl wasn't interested in me; neither was Johnson. But Kijima's father liked me for who I was. The realization left me feeling numb. I was touched. But being touched is not the same as feeling desire. And I didn't exist without desire. If I didn't exist, then what?

I don't know how best to explain how I felt at that moment. Perhaps, for the first time, it was the sadness of knowing that the world had no place for me.

I clearly wasn't in the inner circle, nor was I a member of the orbiters. I wasn't sure if I even fit into the category of outsider. Then was I even lower than garbage? Was it my lot in life to stand forever on heaven's shores watching the glittering swirl of celestial bodies on the other side?

Because if their own parents didn't care enough about them to keep them, who would want them in Heaven?

Which is worse - to be despised, or to be ignored? — From the gleaning journal of H.S. Curie

Anyway, don't they have girls your age down there? Talon shrugged. Yeah...but none of them ever sprayed me with eye-poison.

When the truth hurts, we always hate the messenger

Even an acknowledgment from someone who hates him is better than having no one but strangers watch him perish.

You Unwinds are all the same. You think that because no one loves you, then you can't love anyone.

In this respect you, unworthy companion of my sad life, resemble the public, to whom one must never present the delicate scents that only exasperate them, but instead give them only dung, chosen with care.

Naista ei ole olemassa. Likainen valkovuodon löyhkä. Ja koska hän ei ole tottunut hellyyteen, hän ei osaa miellyttää. Sitä hän ei tee koskaan.