Quotes About Unappreciated

and whatever happens to love that hasn't been used enough, has happened.

A female salmon lays three thousand eggs a year - and has yet to receive a Mother's Day card from one of them.

When she finally got there, Mom hugged Belle and told her, "I owe you," like I was some repulsive burden instead of the person who had very helpfully unpacked three boxes of green bananas and scoured the refrigerated section for expired dairy items.

Why should they be grateful? They came here looking for something much more. What we gave them, all the years, all the fighting we did on their behalf, what do they know of that? They think it was God-given. Until they came here, they knew nothing of it. All they feel now is disappointment, because we haven't given them everything possible.

Unseasonable kindness gets no thanks.

We are all a little bit despised. Aren't we?

I was soon restless and irritable. I felt useless and unwanted.

My heart didn't break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized all the things he didn't do. He didn't want to hear my stories. He didn't ask me questions. He didn't smile when I was talking to him. He didn't hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all.

The cultural insistence that parenting is the 'most important' job in the world is a smart way to satiate unappreciated women without doing a damn thing for them.

Most of my childhood memories of my father are of being ignored. I was his namesake, but nothing I did ever pleased or even interested him. He enjoyed telling me I couldn't do anything right.

Nobody's listening to me, he thought, story of my life.

What did they call you that you weren't? What did they never say about you that you were?

It is the curse of the competent?not to be called upon.

Matilde se la había dado todo. Pero eso un hombre no lo agradece nunca, eso se paga profiriendo un insulto. Otras mujeres esperaban su turno y serían menos torpes de lo que ella fue.

Nobody in real life ever takes me seriously.

I wish I were a white crayon, that way no one could use me.

It's frustrating when you know all the answers, but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.

It is the tragedy of a distinguished mind and a generous nature that have gone unappreciated in a conventional, unimaginative world. A victim of men's incomprehension of women, a symptom of women's mistrust of men.

I was like that wife of Kitchen God. Nobody worshipped her either. He got all the excuses. He got all the credit. She was forgotten.

For her whole life she would sacrifice to him every quality of her own, and he wouldn't even be aware of the sacrifice, he would be surrounded by the wealth of feeling, intelligence, imagination that were hers, without knowing what to do with them, he would ruin them.

For her whole life she would sacrifice to him every quality of her own, and he wouldn't even be aware of the sacrifice, he would be surrounded by the wealth of feeling, intelligence, imagination that were hers, without knowing what to do with them, he would ruin them.

Charles Ives was writing radically innovative music, but nobody performed it, and nobody knew about it.

All that wasted time, and he didn't even know who'd wasted it.

She had tried her best to be a good mother---which to her meant a predictable mother. She had promised herself that her children would never have to worry what sort of mood she was in; they would never peek into her bedroom in the morning to see how their day was going to go. She was the only woman she knew whose prime objective was to be taken for granted.