Quotes About Desertion

but now the love of Charles for Emma seemed to her a desertion from her tenderness, an encroachment upon what was hers, and she watched her son's happiness in sad silence, as a ruined man looks through the windows at people dining in his old house.

And, most vivid of all, there was the dramatic epic of the rats - the scampering army of obscene vermin which had burst forth from the castle three months after the tragedy that doomed it to desertion - the lean, filthy, ravenous army which had swept all before it and devoured fowl, cats, dogs, hogs, sheep, and even two hapless human beings before its fury was spent.

Loneliness is like being the only person left alive in the universe, except that everyone else is still here.

And no. I must not go on thinking. For the pain will never go away. You just go on and live. In the dust of desertion. Still falling where last I loved.

I loved him like a fever. Then he left. He kicked through love like it was dust and he kept on walking.

You can't blame anyone else... You have to make your own choices and live every agonizing day with the consequences of those choices. He knew this. That's why he deserted us like we deserted those civilians. He saw the road ahead, a steep, treacherous mountain road. We'd all have to hike that road, each of us dragging the boulder of what we'd done behind us. He couldn't do it. He couldn't shoulder the weight. - Philip Adler

Autopsy read: dead of acute peoplelessness.

Now, waving flies from his face, he told the two deserters what they might expect.

I am never certain that deserters are to be trusted, Gudin said mildly. He was accompanied by a burly French sergeant who kept giving the tigers nervous glances. If a man can betray one flag, Gudin observed, why not another?

And suddenly, after weeks of thinking about desertion, Sharpe realized that what he had just said was true. He did want to go back to the army, and that knowledge surprised him. The army had bored Richard Sharpe, then done its best to break his spirits. It had even flogged him, but now, standing on Seringapatam's battlements, he missed the army. For at heart, as Richard Sharpe had just discovered for himself, he was a soldier.

For the Lord has called you, like a wife deserted and wounded in spirit. Isaiah 54:6

I loved him like a fever. Then he left. He kicked through love like it was dust and he kept on walking.

There are lots of different ways grown-ups disappear. It's lonely being the one left behind.

For cowards the rode of desertion should be left open. They will carry over to the enemy nothing but their fears.

In death, she would be treated the way she had been in life, left alone and forgotten.

If I leave, then the House will have no Inhabitant and how will I bear the thought of it Empty?

If I leave, then the House will have no Inhabitant and how will I bear the thought of it Empty? Yet the simple fact is that if I remain in these Halls I will be alone.

I felt Mr Willard had deserted me. I thought he must have planned it all along, but Buddy said No, his father simply couldn't stand the sight of sickness and especially his own son's sickness, because he thought all sickness was sickness of the will. Mr Willard had never been sick a day in his life.

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Black_Venus: Here it goes: Curious mosaic Continental drift Parabolic metaphor Elemental rift Time and transposition Conscious intermission Assertion? Desertion -- Black_Venus: That's all I have so far. You finish it. Me: How about "Spanish Inquisition.

In the fawning soul of the mob everything is justified by the victorious employment of force. It transfigures treachery, desertion, murder, lying, and any kind of rascality, turning them into wholesome necessities which the servile people accept and swiftly forget as a child does a bitter medicine.

That is about as close as one can get to the greatest loneliness of all, he thought. Being all alone in the world. The final human being, forgotten about.

They died comfortably in their little bed of understanding, to become useful citizens of the world. I pitied them, and in short order I deserted them one by one, without the slightest regret.

They tell me sir, that Stubb did once desert poor Pip, whose drowned bones now show white, for all the blackness of his living skin. But I will never desert ye sir, as Stubb did him.