Rejection Quotes


These are the few ways we can practice humility:
To speak as little as possible of one's self.
To mind one's own business.
Not to want to manage other people's affairs.
To avoid curiosity.
To accept contradictions and correction cheerfully.
To pass over the mistakes of others.
To accept insults and injuries.
To accept being slighted, forgotten and disliked.
To be kind and gentle even under provocation.
Never to stand on one's dignity.
To choose always the hardest.

Acceptance    Bossy    Cheerful    Curiosity    Difficulty    Dignity    Dislike    Forgiveness    Forgotten    Gentle    Gossip    Humble    Humility    Injury    Insult    Kind    Mistakes    Provocation    Quiet    Rejection    Selfish

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

Wuthering Heights

Emily Brontë

Wuthering Heights

Was I bitter? Absolutely. Hurt? You bet your sweet ass I was hurt. Who doesn't feel a part of their heart break at rejection. You ask yourself every question you can think of, what, why, how come, and then your sadness turns to anger. That's my favorite part. It drives me, feeds me, and makes one hell of a story.

Bitterness    Break ups    Hurt    Lovers    Rejection    Sadness

Over the years, I have come to realize that the greatest trap in our life is not success, popularity, or power, but self-rejection. Success, popularity, and power can indeed present a great temptation, but their seductive quality often comes from the way they are part of the much larger temptation to self-rejection. When we have come to believe in the voices that call us worthless and unlovable, then success, popularity, and power are easily perceived as attractive solutions. The real trap, however, is self-rejection. As soon as someone accuses me or criticizes me, as soon as I am rejected, left alone, or abandoned, I find myself thinking, "Well, that proves once again that I am a nobody." ... [My dark side says,] I am no good... I deserve to be pushed aside, forgotten, rejected, and abandoned. Self-rejection is the greatest enemy of the spiritual life because it contradicts the sacred voice that calls us the "Beloved." Being the Beloved constitutes the core truth of our existence.

I am good at walking away. Rejection teaches you how to reject.

Everybody said, "Follow your heart". I did, it got broken

It's easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die.

Death    Love    Rejection

A best friend is the only one that walks into your life when the world has walked out.

Acceptance    Adversity    Best friend    Breakups    Caring    Child    Cruelty    Dad    Dumped    Endings    Family    Friendship    Hurt    Illness    Love    Mental disorders    Misunderstood fights    Mom    Pain    Rejection    Sorrow    Spouse    Support    Support system    Tough times    Trials    True friendship

I think he’s handling it with grace. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box.

City of Glass

Cassandra Clare

City of Glass

I don't want anyone who doesn't want me.

When you give yourself permission to communicate what matters to you in every situation you will have peace despite rejection or disapproval. Putting a voice to your soul helps you to let go of the negative energy of fear and regret.

Cities were always like people, showing their varying personalities to the traveler. Depending on the city and on the traveler, there might begin a mutual love, or dislike, friendship, or enmity. Where one city will rise a certain individual to glory, it will destroy another who is not suited to its personality. Only through travel can we know where we belong or not, where we are loved and where we are rejected.

Cities    Cities and countries    City    Enmity    Glory    Love    Novel quote    Personalities    Rejection    Roman payne    Travel    Traveler    Travelling    Urban    Voyage

Rejection, though--it could make the loss of someone you weren't even that crazy about feel gut wrenching and world ending.

Crazy    Feel    Loss    Pain    Rejection    Sad

A boo is a lot louder than a cheer.

Do you like me?
No answer.
Silence bounced, fell off his tongue
and sat between us
and clogged my throat.
It slaughtered my trust.
It tore cigarettes out of my mouth.
We exchanged blind words,
and I did not cry,
I did not beg,
but blackness filled my ears,
blackness lunged in my heart,
and something that had been good,
a sort of kindly oxygen,
turned into a gas oven.

Placing my head on my knees, I let the irrational tears fall unrestrained. I am crying over the loss of something I never had. How ridiculous. Mourning something that never was - my dashed hopes, my dashed dreams, and my soured expectations.

When you're following your inner voice, doors tend to eventually open for you, even if they mostly slam at first.

You are mistaken, Mr. Darcy, if you suppose that the mode of your declaration affected me in any other way, than as it spared the concern which I might have felt in refusing you, had you behaved in a more gentlemanlike manner." (Elizabeth Bennett)

Man was born for society. However little He may be attached to the World, He never can wholly forget it, or bear to be wholly forgotten by it. Disgusted at the guilt or absurdity of Mankind, the Misanthrope flies from it: He resolves to become an Hermit, and buries himself in the Cavern of some gloomy Rock. While Hate inflames his bosom, possibly He may feel contented with his situation: But when his passions begin to cool; when Time has mellowed his sorrows, and healed those wounds which He bore with him to his solitude, think you that Content becomes his Companion? Ah! no, Rosario. No longer sustained by the violence of his passions, He feels all the monotony of his way of living, and his heart becomes the prey of Ennui and weariness. He looks round, and finds himself alone in the Universe: The love of society revives in his bosom, and He pants to return to that world which He has abandoned. Nature loses all her charms in his eyes: No one is near him to point out her beauties, or share in his admiration of her excellence and variety. Propped upon the fragment of some Rock, He gazes upon the tumbling waterfall with a vacant eye, He views without emotion the glory of the setting Sun. Slowly He returns to his Cell at Evening, for no one there is anxious for his arrival; He has no comfort in his solitary unsavoury meal: He throws himself upon his couch of Moss despondent and dissatisfied, and wakes only to pass a day as joyless, as monotonous as the former.

The Monk

Matthew Lewis

The Monk

Maybe from as early as when you're five or six, there's been a whisper going at the back of your head, saying: One day, maybe not so long from now, you'll get to know how it feels. So you're waiting, even if you don't quite know it, waiting for the moment when you realise that you really are different to them; that there are people out there, like Madame, who don't hate you or wish you any harm, but who nevertheless shudder at the very thought of you – of how you were brought into this world and why – and who dread the idea of your hand brushing against theirs. The first time you glimpse yourself through the eyes of a person like that, it's a cold moment. It's like walking past a mirror you've walked past every day of your life, and suddenly it shows you something else, something troubling and strange.

Never Let Me Go

Ishiguro Kazuo

Never Let Me Go

Chase your dreams until you catch them...and then dream, catch, and dream again!

Isn’t that the greatest tragedy? When someone rejects us, no matter how they abuse our love, we hope against reason that somehow they will come back to us.

She had stared at him for a whole minute and decided that she did not have a grain of feeling left, because it would have been the same as bleeding to death. Fuck You.

I do not think I responded immediately, for it took me a moment or two to fully digest these words of Miss Kenton. Moreover, as you might appreciate, their implications were such as to provoke a certain degree of sorrow within me. Indeed- why should I not admit it? - at that moment, my heart was breaking.

Everyone pretends to be 'free thinkers', but few individuals pass the line into expressive territories that may be detrimental to their own social well-being.

Every time I thought I was being rejected from something good, I was actually being re-directed to something better.

Those of us who stand outside the circle of this society's definition of acceptable women; those of us who have been forged in the crucibles of difference - those of us who are poor, who are lesbians, who are black, who are older - know that survival is not an academic skill...For the master's tools will not dismantle the master's house. They will never allow us to bring about genuine change.

I'm fresh out of fucks to give.

Humor    Rejection    Sex


'Shoot the wounded
... what we do to people who are the most vulnerable... we 'shoot the wounded.' As if they haven't suffered enough, we add to it by gossiping and treating hurt people like outcasts." ..."I think we killed Ronnie's spirit... Instead of coming alongside her and supporting her through this, I failed her...

girls
please give your
bodies and your
lives
to
the young men
who
deserve them
besides
there is
no way
I would welcome
the
intolerable
dull
senseless hell
you would bring
me
and
I wish you
luck
in bed
and
out
but not
in
mine
thank
you.

Boring    Bukowski    Death    Dull    Funny    Girls    Hell    Irony    Life    Love    Misogyny    Poem    Poetry    Rejection    Sexuality    Women

Rejection isn't failure. Failure is giving up. Everybody gets rejected. It's how you handle it that determines where you'll end up.

I am crying over the loss of something I never had. How ridiculous. Mourning something that never was – my dashed hopes, dashed dreams, and my soured expectations.

girls
please give your
bodies and your
lives
to
the young men
who
deserve them

besides
there is
no way
I would welcome
the
intolerable
dull
senseless hell
you would bring
me

and
I wish you
luck
in bed
and
out

but not
in
mine

thank
you.

Boring    Bukowski    Death    Dull    Funny    Girls    Hell    Irony    Life    Love    Misogyny    Poem    Poetry    Rejection    Sexuality    Women

I really wish I was less of a thinking man and more of a fool not afraid of rejection.

He made it very clear that he didn’t want me here, she said at last. That my remaining at the Institute is not the happy chance I thought it was. Not in his view.
And after I just finished telling you why you should consider him family, Jem said, a bit ruefully. No wonder you looked as if I’d just told you something awful just happened.
I’m sorry, Tessa whispered.
Don’t be. It’s Will who ought to be sorry. Jem’s eyes darkened. We shall throw him out onto the streets, he proclaimed. I promise you he’ll be gone by morning.
Tessa started and sat upright. Oh – no, you can’t mean that─
He grinned. Of course I don’t. But you did feel better for a moment there, didn’t you?

Clockwork Angel

Cassandra Clare

Clockwork Angel

It’s common to reject or punish yourself when you’ve been rejected by others. When you experience disappointment from the way your family or others treat you, that’s the time to take special care of yourself. What are you doing to nurture yourself? What are you doing to protect yourself? Find a healthy way to express your pain.

Because I liked you better
Than suits a man to say,
It irked you, and I promised
I'd throw the thought away.
To put the world between us
We parted stiff and dry:
'Farewell,' said you, 'forget me.'
'Fare well, I will,' said I.
If e'er, where clover whitens
The dead man's knoll, you pass,
And no tall flower to meet you
Starts in the trefoiled grass,
Halt by the headstone shading
The heart you have not stirred,
And say the lad that loved you
Was one that kept his word.

A Shropshire Lad

A.E. Housman

Institutionalized rejection of difference is an absolute necessity in a profit economy which needs outsiders as surplus people.

[Eating disorders] are a wonderful tool for helping you reject others before they can reject you. Example: You're at a party. The popular girls are there. You know you can never be as cool as they are, but when one of the pops a potato chip into her mouth or chooses real Coke over Diet,
for that moment
you are better

Even if I now saw you
only once,
I would long for you
through worlds,
worlds.

I know that when a door closes, it can feel like all doors are closing. A rejection letter can feel like everyone will reject us. But a closed door leads to clarity. It's really an arrow. Because we cannot go through that door, we will go somewhere else. That somewhere else is your true life.

One may not always know his purpose until his only option is to monopolize in what he truly excels at. He grows weary of hearing the answer 'no' time and time again, so he turns to and cultivates, monopolizes in his one talent which others cannot possibly subdue. Then, beyond the crowds of criticism and rejection, the right people recognize his talent - among them he finds his stage.

Conviction    Cultivate    Determination    Excel    Meaning    Monopolize    Perseverance    Practice    Rejection    Respect    Skills    Subdue    Success    Talents    Training

Rejection is a challenge.

Institutionalized rejection of difference is an absolute necessity in a profit economy which needs outsiders as surplus people. As members of such an economy, we have
all
been programmed to respond to the human difference between us with fear and loathing and to handle that difference in one of three ways: ignore it, and if that is not possible, copy it if we think it is dominant, or destroy it if we think it is subordinate. But we have no patterns for relating across our human differences as equals. As a result, those differences have been misnamed and misused in the service of separation and confusion.

As a matter of fact, she has refused to marry me.
So when's the wedding? Ramsey asked.

I swear from the bottom of my heart I want to be healed. I want to be like other men, not this outcast whom nobody wants.

Maurice

E.M. Forster

Maurice

She sang, as requested. There was much about love in the ballad: faithful love that refused to abandon its object; love that disaster could not shake; love that, in calamity, waxed fonder, in poverty clung closer. The words were set to a fine old air -- in themselves they were simple and sweet: perhaps, when read, they wanted force; when
well
sung, they wanted nothing. Shirley sang them well: she breathed into the feeling, softness, she poured round the passion, force: her voice was fine that evening; its expression dramatic: she impressed all, and charmed one.
On leaving the instrument, she went to the fire, and sat down on a seat -- semi-stool, semi-cushion: the ladies were round her -- none of them spoke. The Misses Sympson and the Misses Nunnely looked upon her, as quiet poultry might look on an egret, an ibis, or any other strange fowl. What made her sing so?
They
never sang so. Was it proper to sing with such expression, with such originality -- so unlike a school girl? Decidedly not: it was strange, it was unusual. What was
strange
must be
wrong
; what was
unusual
must be
improper
. Shirley was judged.

Shirley

Charlotte Bronte

Shirley
Devotion    Empathy    Expectations    Expression    Faithfulness    Feeling    Fidelity    Gender    Gift    Hypocrisy    Jealousy    Judgment    Love    Morality    Music    Musicality    Passion    Preconceptions    Prejudice    Propriety    Rejection    Singing    Social norms    Society    Talent    Understanding    Women

There is no doubt; even a rejection can be the shadow of a caress.

Have you had a failure or rejection? You could get bitter. That's one way to deal with it. Or...you could just get BETTER. What do you think?

Nobody's talking to me, but nobody's hassling me either. I guess you can't have everything.

Go Ask Alice

Beatrice Sparks

Go Ask Alice

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