Nicholas Sparks Quotes

Sometimes I feel my whole life has been one big rejection.

It was the worst period of my life. I had all this gigantic acceptance as a kid, and all of a sudden there was this monumental rejection.

My love life doesn't stink; it's nonexistent.

Knowing that you're the one who's been rejected, God it makes you feel isolated. I defy anybody not to be a bit upset. I felt as though I'd walked into the house trailing all this baggage.

I've dated people who I thought were going to be a big deal in my life, and I've also spent long periods by myself.

Girls rejected me a lot.

I think with any sort of rejection, you're angry that you weren't enough for that person. So I don't know if I'm angry at myself for not being enough, or if I'm angry at him for not considering me to be enough.

I'm not the only kid who grew up this way, surrounded by people who used to say that rhyme about sticks and stones, as if broken bones hurt more than the names we got called, and we got called them all. So we grew up believing no one would ever fall in love with us, that we'd be lonely forever, that we'd never meet someone to make us feel like the sun was something they built for us in their toolshed. So broken heartstrings bled the blues, and we tried to empty ourselves so we'd feel nothing. Don't tell me that hurts less than a broken bone...

I had never felt so lonely and so sad in my entire life.

I've gone through long periods without being with someone and got a bit lonely, but not for a while.

I didn't ever feel close to my real family. I didn't feel validated; I never felt right because I was always wrong.

I never found anyone who was good enough, who I could trust enough.

I'm a silly little needy person sometimes, and I crouch in a room all alone and think of all the people that I wish were with me.

I have no dating life.

It's easy to feel spurned, especially when you return to your apartment and stare at the hundreds of rejection letters tacked to your bulletin board.

No relationship. I'm not looking for one, either. I've tried it, but it's harder than it seems.

I always felt that when people found things that they didn't like about me, it seemed to distance them from me.

I think a lot of my angst comes from feeling unaccepted.

I think it's wonderful when people who have lost someone find love again, but I'm not personally looking, and I haven't been on a date in 27 years. In fact, it's been so long, I've had a couple of lovely women ask me out because they figured that's the case.

This solitude opressed her; she was accustomed to have her thoughts confirmed by others or, at all events, contradicted; it was too dreadful not to know whether she was thinking right or wrong.

How can I ask anyone to love me when all I do is beg to be left alone?

I don't feel very good about myself. People always leave me. Nobody can stand me for very long. I wish I could cut my tongue out, or take out the part of my brain that has opinions. Or cares. I wish I could be simple. Be quiet, introverted, or shy. I'm half way in between a wallflower at a party and Elvis Presley. People love one or the other. In between is no place to be.

I miss him in so many ways, but right now I miss him in the way you always miss someone when you're single among a room full of couples.

She dumped me for the worst reason of all. For absolutely no reason at all...I mean, if she fell in love with someone else, or I did something wrong, or I let her down in some unforgivable way...That, I'd understand, right? But instead, she said...it wasn't anything. Not a single thing. It was just me. I was nice. I was kind. We just...she didn't see the connection anymore. I think she thought I was boring. And the cruelest part is, when someone says something mean about you, you know when they're right.