feeling ignored Quotes

A man goes to a psychiatrist. "Nobody listens to me!" The doctor says, "Next!"

I wonder that you will still be talking. Nobody marks you.

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

Nobody tells me f-k all!

If I don't get at least one e-mail every ten minutes, I feel unloved. Even junk mail makes me feel seen. Sad, I know. Sigh.

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

I'm just not prepared to be treated like this anymore.' 'Treated like what?' She sighed, and it was a moment before she spoke. 'Like you always want to be somewhere else, with someone else.

Can you understand how cruelly I feel the lack of friends who will believe in me a bit?

Suddenly I am furious, that with my life on the line, they don’t even have the decency to pay attention to me. That I’m being upstaged by a dead pig.

I'm very, very used to feeling anonymous, you know?

I hate to cry and I hate to sound like sour grapes, but no one ever listens to me. No one ever hears what I have to say.

I've seen so many of my friends and collaborators struggle and face the challenge of feeling like what they're working so hard to create and put into the world isn't important or appreciated... it's like being in love with someone who won't give you the time of day.

I think most of my life I have not felt recognized.

Being unheard is the ground floor of giving up.

I felt that even when they were polite they hardly saw me, that they would have begged the pardon of Jack the Bear, never glancing his way if the bear happened to be walking along minding his business. It was confusing. I did not know if it was desirable or undesirable.

I had a chip on my shoulders 'cause I felt like I was being overlooked.

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

When we did eventually get to the party - me walking next to Dad's Volvo driving at five miles an hour - I had a horrible time. Everyone laughed at first but then more or less ignored me. In a mood of defiant stuffed oliveness I did have a dance by myself but things kept crashing to the floor around me. The host asked if I would sit down. I had a go at that but it was useless. In the end I was at the gate for about an hour before Dad arrived.

I'm a normal person, but people see me as this person who's not really real, almost like I don't have feelings. They think they can treat me any way they want to.