Quotes About Rejection

The bosses at Newcastle basically decided they didn't want me. Ultimately, there isn't anything you can do about that. The only thing you can do is move on. But I don't think I've anything to prove.

Of course, I would like to play the guy next door, but nobody's going to hire me for that kind of role.

To be dropped is not a nice thing.

I shot a movie with Nicole Kidman that I got cut out of - it was crap anyways.

It doesn't matter how much game you think you have, no nightclub bartender wants to talk to you.

When I was nineteen years old, I was the number-one star for two years. When I was forty, nobody wanted me. I couldn't get a job.

There is absolutely no chance of me going back to Barcelona. They don't want me to, and I don't want to, either.

I have no desire to write lyrics with Adrenaline Mob.

I have no desire to ever be involved in the image-board world again.

I ain't got no friends.

After you do a joke a few times, you have material that you know works. Although sometimes I have a joke that has worked a bunch of times and then one night it'll flop. And that's when I really take a hard look at myself and say: 'Well, that crowd is obviously wrong. That crowd has absolutely no idea what it's talking about.'

I have no interest in Israeli citizenship... Israel does not want me, nor do I want Israel.

Nobody wanted the 'Roseanne' show. I heard from agents that there was no interest in a show about a fat woman and her family.

No one cares about you when you're in jail.

If your own fans didn't want you, there is no point to carry on working because you are going to damage first of all your company, your club.

But back then, she'd tended to focus first on their appearance, and she could remember saying no to a few guys who hadn't been quite cute enough. And maybe that had been the problem. Maybe she'd turned down Mr. Right because he hadn't been tall enough or whatever, and now -- because he was Mr. Right -- he was already off the market. These days, it seemed like Mr. Rights tended to fly off the shelves perhaps because they were as rare as California condos

ask Jamie to the dance, I didn't want anyone—even Mrs. Hastings—to see me there on the off chance that she'd already accepted Carey's offer. It was one thing to actually go with Jamie, it was another thing to be rejected by her in favor of a guy like Carey. "What are you doing?" Jamie asked me. "You're

And I'll flip through the newest issue, walking back from my blue mailbox, hunting for the poem he chose over mine, and it'll be the same thing as always. The prose will have pulled back, and the poem will be there, cavorting, saying, I'm a poem, I'm a poem. No, you're not! You're an impostor, you're a toy train of pretend stanzas of chopped garbage. Just like my poem was.

You know the worst thing about being rejected? The lack of control. If I could only control the when and how of being dumped by somebody, then it wouldn't seem as bad. But then, of course, it wouldn't be rejection, would it? It would be by mutual consent.

What came first--the music or the misery? Did I listen to music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to music? Do all those records turn you into a melancholy person? People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands-- literally thousands-- of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss.

I know, despite all the gloom and self-doubt that bubbles up from the deep when you get dumped, that you did not represent my last and best chance of a relationship. So, you know. Nice try. Close, but no cigar. See you around.

This is how I feel, every day, and people don't want to know that. They want to know that I'm feeling what Tom Jones makes you feel. Or that Australian girl who used to be in Neighbours. But I feel like this, and they won't play what I feel on the radio, because people that are sad don't fit in.

What better way to exorcise rejection demons than to screw the person who rejected you?

Everyone knows the song that Millwall fans sing, to the tune of "Sailing": 'No one likes us/No one likes us/No one likes us/We don't care.' In fact I have always felt that the song is a little melodramatic, and that if anyone should sing it, it is Arsenal. Every Arsenal fan, the youngest and the oldest, is aware that no one likes us, and every day we hear that dislike reiterated.