Her wedding ring, her gentle brush-offs, and her outright rejection had been minor obstacles compared to the big no of another man kissing her cheek.

I'm fresh out of fucks to give.

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?

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

This hand shall never more come near thee with such friendship

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

It is unpleasant and disturbing to be rejected. It is deeply satisfying to be accepted.

This manuscript of yours that has just come back from another editor is a precious package. Don't consider it rejected. Consider that you've addressed it 'to the editor who can appreciate my work' and it has simply come back stamped 'Not at this address'. Just keep looking for the right address.

A boo is a lot louder than a cheer.

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

Do you like me?—No answer.Silence bounced, fell off his tongueand sat between usand 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.

Where there is contempt/scornful rejection and slander, there wealth will not remain.

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.

Rejected by man, yet accepted by the Maker.

Man rejection of the Truth is the root of his rebellion.

Oh, seek, my love, your newer way; I'll not be left in sorrow. So long as I have yesterday, Go take your damned to-morrow!

To find oneself jilted is a blow to one's pride. One must do one's best to forget it and if one doesn't succeed, at least one must pretend to.

Spurn not the nobly-born With love affected, Nor treat with virtuous scorn The well-connected.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.