Quotes About Rejection

Clary sat back. "You don't just get to say no." "This plan involves me! I get to say no! No." "Simon -" Simon patted the seat beside him as if someone were sitting there. "Let me introduce you to my good friend No.

I brought you some coffee." he held out the cup but she waved it away. "I hate that stuff. It tastes like feet." At that he smiled. "How would you know what feet taste like?" "I just know." -Luke and Clary, pg.209-

Always ask for what you want, because the worst thing that can happen is embarrassment but the best thing that can happen is nudity.

Unfortunately, Lady of Haven, my one true love remains myself. Dorothea roared at that. 'At least' she said, 'you don't have to worry about rejection, Jace Wayland.' 'Not necessarily. I turn myself down occasionally, just to keep it interesting'.

Despite my staggering good looks, you actually don't like me that way..." (Jace)

At least," she said, "you don't have to worry about rejection, Jace Wayland." "Not necissarily. I turn myself down occasionally, just to keep it interesting.

How swiftly you dismiss our love...

Some burns," Clary said. "Nothing that matters" "Everything that happens to you matters to me." "Well that certainly explains why you haven't called me back once. And the last time I saw you, you ran away without telling me why. It's like dating a ghost." Jace's mouth quirked up slightly at the side. "Not exactly. Isabelle actually dated a ghost. She could tell you--" "No," Clary said. "It was a metaphor. And you know exactly what I mean.

this town has no soul. and nobody yields to your love. nobody yields, period.

Finally, chocking with sobs, she said, "I was nice every time because I thought maybe this time she'll love me. I thought I just hadn't found the right combination of things to do. There was always the next time. Just one morning I wanted to come down the stairs and have her not say 'Good morning, monster.' If I worked hard enough, I'd find how to make her love me.

A tiny shred of empathy from me was too much for her—it terrified her. And it was a deal breaker.

I had only two offers of marriage in my life, and I refused both.

If I was to kill everybody who didn't love me and never would, wouldn't be nobody left on the planet?

It made me feel unsalvageable, as though I had been born unlikable and had no hope for being any other way now.

In his head, Stewie began a litany. Stop talking to me. Stop talking to me. Stop talking to me.

Decibel Jones sighed and shook his head. Today was fired. Today was well and truly sacked. Today could, in point of fact, fuck all the way off.

The Marquess laughed her knife-like laugh again. "Do you think Fairyland loves you? That it will keep you close and dear, because you are a good girl and I am not? Fairyland loves no one. It has no heart. It doesn't care. It will spit you back out just like it did me.

Omaha is no place for anybody.

I asked a queen once why she didn't want me. She wasn't a powerful queen, not a monarch of Spain or of Albania. Just a little kingdom of nowhere, but she married well and she had a crown. The queen of nowhere looked at me with her clear grey eyes and said: "Because I don't want to be in a story." Princesses usually grow up to be queens. The cleverness sticks long after the beauty goes.

I was used and tricked and thrown away, but I cannot be forgiven. It's a funny thing. You go your whole life thinking you're the protagonist, but really, you're just the backstory. The boys shrug and go on, they fight and blow things up and half of them do much worse... and still get a key to the city, and eventually you're just a story your high school boyfriend tells the kid he had with his new wife.

He looked so sorry and miserable as he pushed me out the door. It stung. It always stings when there's this whole story going on and you're really just a B-plot walk-on who only got a look at three pages of the script.

we are all the shunned masses, part of the bands of outcasts of a society that worships self-control and despises addiction as a moral failing.

Cathy slowly discovers the terrible childhood Dawn has had; rejected by her parents, left to fend for herself, then subjected to violent treatment by her relatives.

You can fuck all the way off.