Quotes About Rejection

Javier was born in a prison (...) he grew up to think himself without the pale of society and despaired of ever entering it. He noticed that society closes its doors without pity on two classes of men, those who attack it and those who guard it. He could choose between these two classes only.

Elsa felt a deeply rooted shame in her daughter's rejection. In her hurt, she did what she'd always done: she disappeared. But all the while, she waited, prayed, that both her husband and her daughter would someday see how much she loved them and they would love her in return. Until then, she dared not push too hard or demand too much.

He had abandoned her after all; it filled her with the kind of bone-deep disappointment she knew so well. Had she learned nothing in life? People left. She knew that. They especially left her.

There was a pain that came with constant disapproval; a sense of having lost something unnamed, unknown

Although she'd been young—only four—Isabelle thought she'd learned what alone meant, but she'd been wrong. In the three years she'd lived at Le Jardin, she'd at least had a sister, even if Vianne was never around. Isabelle remembered peering down from the upstairs window, watching Vianne and her friends from a distance, praying to be remembered, to be invited, and then when

She was like one of those animals whose defense mechanism is to blend into the landscape and become invisible. It was her way of dealing with rejection: Say nothing and disappear. Never fight back. If she remained quiet enough, people eventually forgot she was there and left her alone.

She was so tried of begging people to love her

She was so tired of begging people to love her.

I've never begged. not for anything... except my mother's love.And that was a useless waste of time.

Had she learned nothing in life? People left. She knew that. They especially left her.

On bad days, like today, she knew that she had always been an outsider in her own family. They had sensed the lack in her early on, seen that she didn't fit in.

Had she really told her sister - her sister - to go away and not come back? How often had Isabelle heard that in her life, and from her own family, from people who were supposed to love her?

Just a boy with black hair and a sharp face who tells lies. He's nothing.

Instead, she did what she'd always done in the face of a painful rejection: she disappeared and held her tongue and waited

I'd rather be dead than cool.

I won't eat anything green.

Rather be dead than cool.

Load up our guns Bring your friends It's fun to lose and to pretend

No one is afraid of heights, they're afraid of falling down. No one is afraid of saying I love you, they're afraid of the answer...

Still never had any friends because I hate everyone for they were so phony.

Every wet nurse refused to feed him Electrolytes smell like semen I promise not to sell your perfumed secrets There are countless formulas for pressing flowers

Rather be dead then cool

Those who hate so fervently, must have once loved deeply; those who want to deny the world, must have once embraced what they now set on fire.

She feels lonely all the time, she wants to be accepted, by anyone, on any terms, but she feels apart. As if nobody who really got to know her would trust her.