William Shakespeare Quotes

The thrill of being ignored!

I just always assume no one is listening.

Nothing again. No one is listening. No one is waiting to hear the kicking of a man above. It is unexpected. You have no ears for someone like me.

I hate being ignored.

You have to remember, throughout my career, no one has ever really wanted to speak to me or wanted to sit down with me.

I spent a great deal of my life being ignored. I was always very happy that way.

Nobody the dead man & Nobody the living Nobody is giving in & Nobody is giving Nobody hears me but just Nobody cares Nobody fears me but Nobody just stares Nobody belongs to me & Nobody remains No Nobody knows nothing All that remains are remains

No one knows who I am and no-one cares. I could jump in front of a camera man and he'd just tell me to get out of the way.

I'd been shouting and shouting and no-one wanted to hear me.

No stranger ever comes up and talks to me. I'm the invisible woman.

Let me alone, and go in search of someone else.

That's the trouble with being me. At this point, nobody gives a damn what my problem is. I could literally have a tumor on the side of my head and they'd be like, 'Yeah, big deal. I'd eat a tumor every morning for the kinda money you're pulling down.'

Poor, desperate creature; he wants an audience … the people won’t turn out to hear him.

At some point or another, everyone has felt unseen and unheard and marginalized.

I've always felt misunderstood. Growing up, it's been my word against the teachers' or my parents' word, and nobody would ever listen to me.

All my life I feel like I haven't been heard.

I often feel I'm working in a vacuum, or in a country where few readers hear the sounds.

There is nothing worse than the feeling that no one cares whether we exists or not, that no one is interested in what we have to say about life, and that the world can continue turning without our awkward presence

The afflicted are not listened to. They are like someone whose tongue has been cut out and who occasionally forgets the fact. When they move their lips no ear perceives any sound. And they themselves soon sink into impotence in the use of language, because of the certainty of not being heard.

My life is like a lone, forgotten Q-Tip in the second-to-last drawer.

Here's a quarter, call someone who cares.

For my own part, I would rather be in company with a dead man than with an absent one; for if the dead man gives me no pleasure, at least he shows me no contempt; whereas the absent one, silently indeed, but very plainly, tells me that he does not think me worth his attention.

Do you feel like he ignores you?" "No. I feel like he doesn't see me.

We are lost, she and I, unseen and not seeing, unheard and not hearing, unknown by others.

I went to school, but nobody really noticed me. I just came to school, didn't dress up or anything - just a ghost. I just worked out and went out to the field and went the baseball route. That's how I've always been my whole life.