Quotes About Rejection

It was like I had some special strain of Tourette's that made me say exactly the kind of things that would drive him away, even though my biggest fear was that he would leave. Because you know, they always left.

I don't see any reason why I should look for someone who never took the trouble to love me.

But...if it's so awful and difficult who not try to become a group? Be accepted? He glittered at me for a moment, then said, I would rather be mad.

I have been sadder than any man could be: for nothing in the world was made for me.

and wished with all her power to wish anything, that the woman would simply continue her last words and say, "Are you really so glad to have met me? Then why can't we see each other again? Why can't we even have lunch together today?" Her voice was so casual, and she might have said it so easily.

A book is not a thing of one sitting, like a poem, but a longish thing which takes time and energy and since it takes skill, too, the first effort or maybe the second may not find a market.

When a person says "No" and really means it, he or she is doing far more than saying a word of two letters. The entire organism—glandular, nervous, muscular—gathers itself together into a condition of rejection.

Os padrões psicológicos são muito claros. Quando uma pessoa diz "Não" e acredita realmente no que está a dizer, ele ou ela estão a fazer muito mais do que simplesmente pronunciar uma palavra de três letras. Todo o organismo – glandular, nervoso, muscular – se congrega numa condição de rejeição.

As much as we thirst for approval, we dread condemnation.

anxiety is just groundless and pointless. It occurs only as a hangover of bad habits established when we were trusting things—like human approval and wealth—that were certain to let us down. Now our strategy should be one of resolute rejection of worry, while we concentrate on the future in hope and with prayer and on the past with thanksgiving.

Human intellect has always evolved by rejecting outdated information in favor of new truths.

I reject monogamy as an affront to evolution.

People have asked me how they can determine when to listen to fear's counsel and when to push through the fear. As a general rule, when the danger is physical, let fear guide you to take care and prepare well or even choose not to take foolish risks. But when the fear is psychological, as in the fear of embarrassment, shame, rejection, and so forth, that is the time to push through

Do you think it's ready? I [Silenus, The Poet] asked. It's perfect... a masterpiece. Do you think it'll sell? I asked. No fucking way.

I know the fucking Bible, and there ain't no fucking Book of Leviathan.

Marmon Hamlit on "AllNet Now!" issued the final deathblow: "Oh, the poetry thing from Whathisname—couldn't read it. Didn't try."    Tyrena

it's the mind analogy that bothers Crozier the most. Haunted and plagued by melancholia much of his life, knowing it as a secret weakness made worse by his twelve winters frozen in arctic darkness as an adult, feeling it recently triggered into active agony by Sophia Cracroft's rejection

She had the look in her eye when you kick and kick at the door and it doesn't open, when you write a boy letters and letters and he never loves you, not 'til the day he dies. Not even then.

Here we are at the bottom, almost empty. It's like confetti, these dried remnants you find in the street for a party no one invited you to. But they used to be, I can admit, part of something beautiful.

I'm nothing, not a single thing. The only particle I had, the only tiny thing raising me up, is that I was Ed Slaterton's girlfriend, loved by you for like ten secs, and who cares, so what, and not anymore so how embarrassing for me.

I saw myself, clearly, a scorned woman drunk and angry at a party. Hell hath no fury etc.

You don't say," Helena said. She took a cigarette out of her ripped purse and lit it because she smoked. She was a smoker.

You can say something and say something, but still nobody wants to hear it.

Before, they had laughed at me, despising me for my ignorance and dullness; now, they hated me for my knowledge and understanding. Why? What in God's name did they want of me?