Quotes About Rejection

Spring!' thought Miss Maszkerádi. 'You are an idiot. I just don't believe you!

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I'm a loner, not because I enjoy solitude. It's because I have tried to blend into this world and people continue to disappoint me.

I want to be like other people, not this outcast that nobody wants.

It might have been." I was also afraid of being of being rejected, and accepted for the wrong reasons.

It might have been." I too was also afraid of being of being rejected, and accepted for the wrong reasons.

It might have been." I was afraid of being of being rejected, and accepted for the wrong reasons.

It might have been." I too was afraid of being rejected, and accepted for the wrong reasons.

It was strange how closely we returnees clung together. We were like a family of orphaned children, split by an epidemic and sent to different care centers. That feeling of an epidemic disease persisted. The people treated us nicely, and cared for us tenderly, and then hurried to wash their hands after touching us. We were somehow unclean. We were tainted. And we ourselves accepted this. We felt it too ourselves. We understood why the civilian people preferred not to look at our injuries.

No, it did a lot of other things, too. [turning down fan who asked to kiss the hand that wrote Ulysses

No man, said the Nolan, can be a lover of the true or the good unless he abhors the multitude; and the artist, though he may employ the crowd, is very careful to isolate himself.

No one wanted him; he was outcast from life's feast.

My mind rejects the whole present social order and Christianity — home, the recognised virtues, classes of life, and religious doctrines

By his monstrous way of life, he seemed to have put himself beyond the limits of reality. Nothing moved him or spoke to him from the real world unless he heard it in an echo of the infuriated cries within him. He could respond to no earthly or human appeal, dumb and insensible to the call of summer and gladness and companionship, wearied and dejected by his father's voice. He could scarcely recognize as his own thoughts, and repeated slowly to himself: - I am Stephen Dedalus

One human being had seemed to love him and he had denied her life and happiness: he had sentenced her to ignominy, a death of shame. He knew that the prostrate creatures down by the wall were watching him and wished him gone. No one wanted him; he was outcast from life's feast.

Die, Motherfuckers held what is called a group-conscience meeting, and Eddy was told to hit the bricks and never come back unless he wanted his head shoved up a Harley-Davidson exhaust pipe.

It is the kind of sobbing you only hear from a woman, because it comes from pain that men do not have to bear; it's the pain of labor; it's the pain of rejection and betrayal; it is a form of rage so great there is no receptacle big enough in which to confine it. And worst of all, it cannot be described or understood by those who have not experienced it themselves.

No, I ain't wanted there, I don't like it there, I ain't coming in there . . . Good-bye.

An age is called Dark, not because the light fails to shine but because people refuse to see it.

People love sin. Sin hardens their hearts. Therefore, they will not receive the gospel of the kingdom of God when it is preached to them.

She got that response often enough – the unearned appreciation of men who admired her appearance. She didn't find it flattering, but it was sometimes useful.

I offered to pee on him, but they said no

Love hurts. Oh, shut UP! - pg 123

My invite must have gotten lost in the mail, she said venomously. But I don't mind crashing this party. -Maximum Ride talking to Max II