Quotes About Rejection

When the war broke out I decided I would be very patriotic. Standing my full height. I presented myself to the Wacs and the to the Waves. And I was rejected - I was an inch too tall.

Arms control is by definition a rejection of disarmament.

Once you have been tortured, you can never belong in this world. There is no place that ever be your home.

When men reject reason, they have no means left for dealing with one another — except brute, physical force.

As a matter of fact, she has refused to marry me." "So when's the wedding?" Ramsey asked.

The average person is allergic to the words of wisdom.

There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up.

He only is a true atheist to whom the predicates of the Divine Being - for example, love, wisdom and justice - are nothing.

The narrow mind rejects; wisdom accepts.

Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.

I had wonderful love but I did not give back wonderful love, I was unable to reply to their love. Because I was obsessed with some fictional sense of separation, I couldn't touch the thing that was offered to me,and it was offered to me everywhere.

It's always nice being wanted. Even if it's by the wrong person.

I know that when a door closes, it can feel like all doors are closing. A rejection letter can feel like everyone will reject us. But a closed door leads to clarity. It's really an arrow. Because we cannot go through that door, we will go somewhere else. That somewhere else is your true life.

Jeg fylte tolv før en utrolig oppriktig sanglærer sa at han heller ville lytte til et kor av agapadder enn meg, og at jeg burde finne på noe annet.

Sometimes I think about the sly, flickering line that separates being spared from being rejected. Sometimes I think of the ancient gods who demanded that their sacrifices be fearless and without blemish, and I wonder whether, whoever or whatever took Peter and Jamie away, it decided I wasn't good enough.

Some part of me believed, unassailably, and wordlessly and perhaps with a flick of justice, that they had sent me away because they were afraid of me. Like some monstrously deformed child who should never have lived beyond infancy, or a conjoined twin whose other half died under the knife, I had- simply by surviving-become a freak of nature.

Don't be stupid and awkward," the dolphin says. "You want to walk together or not?" "You are a stupid piece of shit. Go away from me." The dolphin goes into the center of a circular clothing rack and quietly cries.

Rejection is good. Putting others ahead of self, giving things away. Success, money, power, fame, happiness, friends; any kind of pleasure—giving it all away, in the pyramid scheme of life, with the knowledge that everything will be returned, and being satisfied with that knowledge; not with the actual return of things, but the idea of the return of things. There is no return of things. There is death. Martial arts, deer, death. Singapore, octopus, death.

Whenever we reject a part of our being, we are confirming to ourselves our fundamental unworthiness.

I've never had any desire to be loved. I prefer being feared. It gets the same results but without any hugging.

She pulled away and walked to my bedroom and closed herself in with a little click of the knob. I could have pursued her. A paper clip could best the catch, but when a woman shuts you out, picking the lock won't let you back in.

How did we end up here? My key works, but you won't let me in.

I could have pursued her. A paper clip could best the catch, but when a woman shuts you out, picking the lock won't let you back in.

Abandonment doesn't have the sharp but dissipating sting of a slap. It's like a punch to the gut, bruising your skin and driving the precious air from your body.