Quotes About Rejection

She felt lately as though she had served her purpose, done her job, and been dispensed with, not only by her children, but by her husband as well.

They shut him out from everything they did, and in his isolation, he had sought solace in painting

There is nothing going on. I took nothing you wanted. You can't have it back.

What a day! She had gotten fired, sat in God-knows-what, got rained on, got caught in a traffic jam, been rejected three times, and, as if that weren't enough sponged on by a mooch of an alien knight who claimed he was protecting her from household appliances. Knight of a Trillion stars

Nothing makes you get down on yourself and worry that you're undesirable like rejection, so having someone desirable desire you is the ultimate antidote.

Your love interest becomes the most important thing to you. And if the love is requited, it's the biggest high in the universe, and you'd be fine never being with anyone else. But if this person doesn't want you back, well, you pretty much wish you were dead . . . or that that person dies miserable.

I go back to my desk, flip open my cell, and stare at the keypad. I want to hear his voice so badly, to be connected to him, to ask him why and how and what I can do to make it better. But you can't force someone to love you.

Why do you want to be a vampire?" he asked. "It is not much fun. We can only come out at night. Humans despise us. We have to sleep in dirty old places like this. We can never marry or have children or settle down. It is a horrible life.

nobody in the entire world will ever say anything to me again.

She stared at him dully and said: "I don't like crooks, and even if I did, I wouldn't like crooks that are stool-pigeons, and if I liked crooks that are stool-pigeons, I still wouldn't like you." She turned to the outer door.

It's a long while since I burst out crying because policemen didn't like me.

I lost my guts out fighting your fights while you were hiding in bed and thinking up new ways of disowning me. Find another wet nurse.

God works at the edges of life, in the alleys, far away from the clout and the image and the prestige so esteemed by the world. God's people have always been marginalized. The Bible makes this clear and normative: We are called to the edges, like Abraham – to trust in a God of the edges who moves us and leads us in ways we can't comprehend, and in ways the world dismisses as crazy.

In all my life I'd never been approached this way, the car pulling up, the Where you going? It was something I wish had happened hundreds of times. I was a looker - someone who looked over at every car at every traffic light, hoping something would happen, and almost never finding anyone looking back - always everyone looking forwards, and every time I felt stupid. Why should people look at you? Why should they care?

She pulls away, pats me on the shoulder with three mini-pats, like those used to pet reptiles.

If a boy became sick he walked alone; the others were afraid to catch what he had, and did not want to know him too well for he would surely die soon. We did not want his voice in our heads.

lets go of my ear and opens the front door. "Get out!" she screeches. "Get out of my house! I don't like you! I don't want you! I never loved you! Get the hell out of my house!" I freeze. I'm not sure of this game. My brain begins to spin with all the options of what Mother's real intentions may be. To survive, I have to think ahead. Father steps in front of me. "No!" he cries out. "That's

Inside, my soul became so cold I hated everything. I even despised the sun, for I knew I would never be able to play in its warm presence. I cringed with hate whenever I heard other children laughing, as they played outside.

There is no worse flaw in man's character than that of wanting to belong.

We came home to hatred and disgust and…maybe even worse, indifference.

It's a god-awful small affair To the girl with the mousy hair But her mummy is yelling, No! And her daddy has told her to go But her friend is nowhere to be seen Now she walks through her sunken dream To the seat with the clearest view And she's hooked to the silver screen. - Life on Mars?

I don't know how many times someone has come up to me and said, Hey, Lets dance!. I hate dancing. God, it's stupid.

Ask people for suggestions on how to improve, and if they're going to reject you for being imperfect, let them do it and get it over with.

If I try to flirt with her, I'll probably get shot down. That would show what a loser I am." This thought contains nearly all ten cognitive distortions, but it's a classic example of Self-Blame