Quotes About Abandonment

I used to think that what scared me was the idea of being abandoned until someone said to me, 'Only children can be abandoned. Adults can't be abandoned because we have a choice. Children don't have a choice.'

I can't imagine anything worse than being just left alone, scared out of your mind.

Loneliness is about the scariest thing out there.

I didn't even realize this at first, but there's almost no central character in any of my 24 books who doesn't have a dead mother or a lost parent.

I was in diapers when my parents left me with the babysitter to participate in an armored car robbery. They never came home.

The United States particularly abandoned Liberia after the end of the Cold War.

I'd get invited to parties, and instead it would be these abandoned houses.

If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, he will meet with success unexpected in common hours. He will pass an invisible boundary. Don't forget this. Don't forget that thinking can get in the way. Forget the forgetting. We seek to forget ourselves, to be surprised and to do something without knowing how or why. The way of life is wonderful. It is by abandonment.

Forget forgetting. We seek to forget ourselves, to be surprised and to do something without knowing how or why. The way of life is wonderful. It is by abandonment.

Si una avanza confiada en dirección a sus sueños, encontrará un éxito inesperado en horas ordinarias. Atravesará un límite invisible. No olviden esto. No olviden que el pensamiento puede interponerse. Olviden olvidar. Buscamos olvidarnos de nosotros mismos, sorprendernos y hacer cosas sin saber cómo ni por qué. El camino de la vida es maravilloso. Se hace de abandono.

Conocen la historia del pájaro que se extravió y nadie fué en su busca? Se convirtió en piedra y lloró. Lloró pequeñísimos guijarros.

And now I realize: I was fired. They didn't disappear to watch football, or do drugs. They were getting rid of me.

Do you have a mother?" "Naturally I used to have one," I said. "A father, too, if memory serves. Only somewhere along the way I seem to have lost them both. Careless of me.

Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, Shaped to the comfort of the last to go As if to win them back. Instead, bereft Of anyone to please, it withers so, Having no heart to put aside the theft And turn again to what it started as, A joyous shot at how things ought to be, Long fallen wide. You can see how it was: Look at the pictures and the cutlery. The music in the piano stool. That vase.

I find you in these tears, few, useless and here at last. Don't come back.

The railway was part scalpel, part movie camera, slicing the city open, parading its inner workings at fifty frames per second. It was on the S-Bahn that she felt least abandoned, as if the act of travelling turned back the clock, and brought her nearer to the future she had lost.

If I can get out of the way, if I can be pure enough, if I can be selfless enough, and if I can be generous and loving and caring enough to abandon what I have and my own preconceived, silly notions of what I think I am—and become truly who in fact I am, which is really just another child of God—then the music can really use me. And therein lies my fulfillment. That's when the music starts to happen. —John McLaughlin

I never thought it would end like this. I never thought he would leave me without saying goodbye.

On ne trahit pas les disparus. Ce sont eux qui nous trahissent. Parce qu'ils ont fait défaut, parce qu'ils sont partis, alors qu'on avait besoin d'eux, parce qu'ils ont filé sans préavis, parce qu'ils nous laissent avec le manque et aucune solution pour y remédier. Et quand ils ont lâché notre main, qui nous en voudrait d'en saisir une autre ?

Il le veilla toute la nuit plus qu'il ne le surveilla. Il n'était plus à surveiller. Il n'était plus rien.

As he turned round and drove away, he saw her standing in the driveway, in her white dress, looking for all the world like a child dropped off against her will after a custody weekend.

Man detaches himself from his surroundings; he feels alone; abandoned, ignorant of everything except that he knows nothing... His first feeling thus was existential anxiety, which may even have taken him to the limits of despair.

I do think Jesus would skip church on Sunday morning and instead visit the nursing homes and retirement homes where so many have abandoned their loved ones.

With it adult political audiences abandoned cinemas. In their place appeared a void. That previous political audience migrated to the seats in front of their TV.