Quotes About Rejection

women were beyond me. they saw something depraved. there was one waitress a little older than I, she rather smiled, lingered when she brought my coffee. that was plenty for me, that was enough. - Young in New Orleans

but please if you feel that way don't phone don't write don't arrive

then I saw a church. I didn't particularly like churches, especially when they were filled with people. but I didn't figure it out to be that way at 9 p.m. I walked up the steps. hey hey, woman, come see what's left of your man. I could sit there a while and breath in the stink, maybe make something out of God, maybe give him a chance. I pulled at the door. the motherfucker was locked.

do you drink because you are afraid of life? the interviewer asked. disgusted with life is more like it, said the writer, and with you.

I would like to be human if only they would let me.

you realize when you're plucked out of the mainstream that it doesn't need you or anybody else. the birds don't notice you're gone, the flowers don't care, the people out there don't notice, but the IRS, the phone co., the gas and electric co., the DMV, etc., they keep in touch. being very sick and being dead are very much the same in society's eye.

Isa psikiyatirlarin ve egolarin en buyuguydu. Tanri'nin oglu oldugunu idia etti.Paragozleri kliseden atti. Yaptigi en buyuk hata. Sictilar agzina.Bir civi tasarruf etmek icin ayaklarini ust uste civilediler. Ne boktan is.

Because you're not accepted doesn't necessarily mean you're a genius. Maybe you just write badly.

When I die they can take my work and wipe a cat's ass with it. It will be of no earthly use to me.

I just don't like people, I don't even like myself

It took a lot to excite me. I didn't care. I didn't like New York. I didn't like Hollywood. I didn't like rock music. I didn't like anything. Maybe I was afraid. That was it— I was afraid. I wanted to sit alone in a room with the shades down. I feasted upon that. I was a crank I was a lunatic.

person condemned himself or herself by choosing not to believe God's Word or by refusing His grace.

A vision from a universe where the Equal Rights Amendment--with its redefinition of personhood--is rejected by the house of deputies: A universe where to die is to become property and to be created outwith a gift of parental DNA is to be doomed to slavery.

friend of mine who was turned down

I passed through this stage years ago on Venus, where I was so unfashionable that eventually I almost convinced myself I no longer cared that nobody wanted me; but recent events have reawakened my need for intimacy.

Modern "secularization" can be seen from one angle as the rejection of higher times, and the positing of time as purely profane. Events now exist only in this one dimension, in which they stand at greater and lesser temporal distance, and in relations of causality with other events of the same kind. The

He looked like an angelic little boy who had been kicked out of his orphanage for failing to take part in group masturbation.

The great thing about rejection is that it doesn't matter how many times you get rejected. All that needs to happen is if for one person to tell you 'yes' and then everybody else can go f*** themselves.

Older dogs are special because they have had more rejection. Their hope is gone and, even though no one seems to know exactly how old any rescue dog is, when you adopt an older dog you are cramming their last years with love and giving them the security that comes with knowing they have a home.

Funny, but after years of practicing Extreme Self-Care, I've realized something ironic: if you want to live an authentic, meaningful life, you need to master the art of disappointing and upsetting others, hurting feelings, and living with the reality that some people just won't like you. It

DON'T EVEN TRY to love me or I'll knock your socks off

Cassandra, Troy-born daughter of King Priam and Queen Hecuba, knew the future, and no one believed her. At least most of the time that was what occurred. Apollo gave her the great gift of prophecy because he was confident that she was going to sleep with him; when, in the end, she refused, the god spat in her mouth, leaving behind the curse that no one would ever believe a word that she said. And so she lived with frustration and dread.

I was sending off my plays almost like an 8-year-old would send letters to Santa Claus. So it was a bit of a miracle when the Blank Theatre Company actually called and selected a terrible little play that I wrote.

Every writer you meet, at least in Hollywood, is miserable.