Quotes About Rejection

I am sure the grapes are sour.

By trying to please everybody, he had pleased nobody, and lost his Ass besides.

I can never be your friend because of my lost tail, nor you mine because of your lost child.

I flipped through their visions, left my number in their sleep. But no one called back. I called all night, called for years, called till their lids began to ring, ten, twenty, two hundred times, and then they went blind on my dreams. Now their eyes don't open. No one picks up the phone.

Tell me, if you thought a man had a tendresse for you, but he wasn't doing anything about it. And you wanted to hurry him up a little so you made a move, an unmistakable move; one that nobody could pretend had been a misunderstanding. And he - he ignored it - ignored you. What would you feel?

Without sex, we would be dangerously invulnerable. We might believe we were not ridiculous. We wouldn't know rejection and humiliation so intimately.

To have a sexual history did not only imply one had made love to a succession of people, it also suggested one had either rejected or been rejected by these same bedroom companions.

Rejection hurts so much because we take it as a damning judgement passed not merely on our physical appeal but on our entire selves, and by extension (at this stage we're crying into our pillow, as something by Bach or Leonard Cohen plays on the stereo) on our very right to exist. 2.

At the heart of the pain created by sexual rejection is our habit of interpreting it as a moral judgement, when it might more accurately be categorized as a mere accident. We can start to break free from this torture by recognizing that the evenings that don't work out are really just a minor species of bad luck. The

The sulker is a complicated creature, giving off messages of deep ambivalence, crying out for help and attention, while at the same time rejecting it should it be offered, wanting to be understood without needing to speak.

At the heart of the pain created by sexual rejection is our habit of interpreting it as a moral judgement, when it might more accurately be categorized as a mere accident.

one cannot blame a lover for loving or not loving, for it is a matter beyond their choice and hence responsibility – though what makes rejection in love harder to bear than donkeys who can never sing is that one did once see the lover loving.

Pain is surprising: we cannot understand why we have been abandoned in love or left off an invitation list, why we are unable to sleep at night or wander through pollinating meadows in spring.

Because we always lack more than we have, and because there are always more people who don't invite us than who do.

How stupid could she be to think a clean person would love her -- would risk death and decay and banishment for love!

Man's [or woman's] rejection is God's protection.

You may not believe it, but there are some people out there who don't like me." "Hard to imagine," she murmured.

Rejections are thin 'cause they really have nothing to say other than, Sorry, dude, you're screwed. acceptances are thick 'cause they have lots of stuff to say like, Welcome, dude, you're not screwed, we want you.

despite finishing first in my class at Yale Law School, I was rejected by all 32 of the law firms to which I applied.

Fair enough, you have managed to successfully swindle me, and so I will never work for you again.

Does anyone really believe that a pattern of exploitation old as our civilization can be halted legislatively, judicially, or through any means other than an absolute rejection of the mindset that engineers the exploitation in the first place, followed by actions based on that rejection? This means if we want to stop the destruction, we have to root out the mindset.

This world probably sees me as broken and a so-so worthless rejected lifeless tree in a lost wasteland, looked at as many-many hopelessness's, In God's eyes, I am; appeared as this golden tree of life, only the ones free from blindness can see my true reality. -MillYentei D.Y.

This world probably sees me as broken and a so-so worthless rejected lifeless tree in a lost wasteland, looked at as many-many hopelessness's, In God's eyes, I appeared as this golden tree of life, only the ones free from blindness can see my true reality. -MillYentei D.Y.

God does not hate you, Draupadi. But you are responsible for rejecting Karna on the grounds of caste. A great warrior, he would never have gambled you in a game of dice. You chose a priest instead, who turned out to be a prince, who shared you with his four brothers, but who could not protect you. And so here you are—helpless, humiliated, and alone, in a situation that you inadvertently helped create. Take responsibility for it.