Quotes About Rejection

I've never fit in anywhere in my life. Ever.

I'm not really an awards person. I've got a couple of gongs over my time, but I tend to be snubbed anyway for some reason.

To me, rock music was never meant to be safe. I think there needs to be an element of intrigue, mystery, subversiveness. Your parents should hate it.

Every audition that I walk out of where I think I nailed it, I never get that job, ever.

I got a hold of NASA, four times, I said, 'I want to become an astronaut.' But nobody would take me. I didn't think that I would ever get to go up.

I became a connoisseur of that nasty thud a manuscript makes when it comes through the letter box.

I'm supposed to be the guy who hates naturalism.

Rhonda looked like she'd been sent for and couldn't come, got there and wasn't wanted.

When young women say no to feminism, feminists don't accept that no means no.

Unfortunately, I'm not the greatest catch. None of us are. We're outcasts for a reason.

Once he had told her he wanted her to stay, she'd been lost in the wonder of that. No one ever wanted her. No one.

She didn't have to love him back. He probably wouldn't know what to do with it if she did. No one ever had.

His shadow and hers had become entangled in spite of his efforts to keep them apart. Although, truthfully, he hadn't tried that hard. He knew if she rejected him, the consequences to him would be dire.

He made her want to cry. She was no one's miracle. More like their nightmare.

He pulled out of her mind abruptly. She knew because she felt bereft. Starkly alone. The feeling was raw and ugly after having him there with her. She wanted him back, and that wasn't an intelligent response.

She didn't want the mask he wore around others. She wanted the true intamacy he had given her, the real Vittorio, the real man. He had offered her that man and she'd been so afraid she'd rejected him.

I've got some bad news for you, Larry. The sad truth is, I'd rather pull out my fingernails one by one than sleep with you." She slipped out of the low-slung car. "Your breath stinks, Lar, and let's just face it—you're a creep." She slammed the door with such force he winced visibly.

What did she think? That a man like Vittorio Ferraro was playing an elaborate hoax on her? That was absurd. She just knew she knew she couldn't take rejection from him, so it was easier to leap on the first legitimate excuse to run. Her jumbled fears weren't making any sense.

There's always going to be a part of me that is that little girl no one wanted.

Throwing himself a party was like rubbing his nose in his failure to connect with people.

I was abruptly recognized as nonthreatening, brusquely advised to fuck off, and off I duly and promptly fucked.

Getting my breath back and managing a brief statement in my cut-glass Oxford tones, I was abruptly recognized as nonthreatening, brusquely advised to fuck off, and off I duly and promptly fucked.

Girls—and boys—strike up conversations, only to reveal that they don't just like you for your mind or even—this is especially hurtful—for your body.

The reality is, of course, as soon as you think seriously about it, that the mission field is everywhere, including your own street – wherever there is ignorance or rejection of the gospel of Jesus Christ.