Quotes About Rejection

All I knew was that I would die if he sent me away. He shrugged. You can cut a man's heart out with a shrug, did you know that?

Hell hath no fury like a coolly received postmodernist.

The severing of an established connection is exponentially more painful than the rejection of an attempted connection.

When they were introduced, he made a witicism, hoping to be liked. She laughed extremely hard, hoping to be liked. Then each drove home alone, staring straight ahead, with the very same twist to their faces.

One of the really American things about Hal, probably, is the way he despises what it is he's really lonely for

The more she wants to be accepted by the world, the more she's beaten back by her heightened perception of her own difference.

The emotionally Hobbesian meat market of the dating scene.

You are so crushed and revolted. You become a lesbian

In America, we think of rebellion as this very sexy thing that involves action and force and looks good.

Therefore, when a person refuses to come to Christ it is never just because of a lack of evidence or because of intellectual difficulties: at root, he refuses to come because he willingly ignores and rejects the drawing of God's Spirit on his heart. No one in the final analysis fails to become a Christian because of a lack of arguments; he fails to become a Christian because he loves darkness rather than light and wants nothing to do with god.

I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger. 'No, and if he were I would burn my library.

Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.

You're in love? Out Out of love? I love someone. She doesn't love me.

I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book!

Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight, Past reason hunted, and no sooner had Past reason hated

The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law.

She's Love, she loves, and yet she is not lov'd.

Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, That I did never, no, nor never can, Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, But you must flout my insufficiency?

Scratching could not make it worse. . . such a face as yours.

This hand shall never more come near thee with such friendship

If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks As though she bid me stay by her a week. If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day When I shall ask the banns, and when be married.

Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me, I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me

O, that is entertainment My bosom likes not, nor my brows!

Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.