Quotes About Abandonment

Instead, it is the reality that the God-forsaken one experienced in an eminent way because no one can even approximately experience the abandonment by God as horribly as the Son, who shares the same essence with the Father for all eternity.

What God does is promise us, I will be with you; you will feel burdened but you will never feel abandoned.

My friends have forgotten me, My dependents and maidservants respond to me as a stranger. Summon my servant but he does not respond Ã¢â'¬Â¦ My odor is repulsive to my wife, I am loathsome to my children. (19:15–17) He

When someone disowns an idea or even a person, they give up faith in or love for something or someone they used to call their own.

The bees build in the crevices Of loosening masonry, and there The mother birds bring grubs and flies. My wall is loosening; honey-bees, Come build in the empty house of the stare.

He acts like he doesn't even notice that I should be locked away forever and ever in some bad, drafty place that serves only American cheese.

Only Complete and absolute surrender.

De pronto, mientras miraba por la ventanilla, se sintió engañada y enojada. Todo ese tiempo y ese amor invertidos en la vida de otra persona, y ahora él se había ido, y con él gran parte de su futuro

A man will part with anything so long as he's drunk, and you're drunk with him.

Nobody goes there anymore because it's too crowded.

Why? Because you seduced my mother into bed with empty promises of big acting jobs, got her pregnant, and walked away without paying a dime of child support

A fourteen-year-old boy should never have to ask the questions Who is my mother? and Who are my family? These were not easy questions to formulate in the mind or the mouth because the question comes with others . . . What did I do to deserve this?

In the time since the Baudelaire parents' death, most of the Baudelaire orphans' friends had fallen by the wayside, an expression wich here means "they stopped calling, writing, and stopping by to see any of the Baudelaires, making them lonely". You and I, of course, would never do this to any of our grieving acquaintances, but it is a sad truth that when someone has lost a loved one, friends sometimes avoid the person, just when the presence of friends is most needed.

When you need a haircut, it looks like you have no one to take care of you.

To the world she knew, to the few friends who had by then drifted away, to everyone except himself and Dorothy, it was no longer important that she live. What had been her life, the people she knew and the deep pool of memory and knowing, had vanished or dried up and fallen apart.

She could not eat, like a dog that has been sold.

Look: I am nothing. I do not even have ashes to rub into my eyes.

The road to becoming such a person-a child of' light-involves abandoning everything to God: what others think of us, what others' harmful motives might be, fears about what others might do to us, hopes for getting ahead. We come to truly believe that God knows what he's doing, and he'll keep on doing it (I Peter 4:19, m,,(,).

He had not forgiven Anne Elliot. She had used him ill, deserted and disappointed him; and worse, she had shewn a feebleness of character in doing so, which his own decided, confident temper could not endure. She had given him up to oblige others. It had been the effect of over-persuasion. It

She had used him ill, deserted and disappointed him; and worse, she had shewn a feebleness of character in doing so, which his own decided, confident temper could not endure. She had given him up to oblige others. It had been the effect of over-persuasion. It had been weakness and timidity.

Sudden, near lightning startled them both, and, as the first large drops of rain fell on the beach, they hurriedly gathered their belongings and started toward the car, leaving their unimportant intimacy like a scrap of paper on the empty beach.

The one who deserves your scorn is the bus driver who abandoned his vehicle in Camarillo to get high on pot.

I want nothing. There is no pizza. There is no you, no me, no us, no pizza. And don't ever call me again, you scummy, slimy fungus-ridden dog turd, piece of fly crud.

These people picked you up and played with you and then left you lying in the rain