Quotes About Abandonment

Former residents and looters had stripped apartments and offices down to their faded wallpaper.

One home is forsaken in hopes of finding another.

Most days I wish I never met you. Because then I could sleep at night. I wouldn't have to walk around with the knowledge that someone like you was out there. And I wouldn't have to watch you throw it all away.

Nonetheless, America has left you feeling like an unwanted cat or dog tossed out of the family SUV at a distant highway rest stop.

Note, Those that depart from God cannot find rest any where else. After Cain went out from the presence of the Lord, he never rested. Those that shut themselves out of heaven abandon themselves to a perpetual trembling. "Return therefore to thy rest, O my soul, to thy rest in God; else thou art for ever restless.

She tried to imagine what it would feel like to have always been alone. She decided that being alone to begin with would be easier than being left alone. Everything would be easier than that.

Ljudi su nepravedni, izigravaju naše povjerenje i ostavljaju nas kad nam je teško, potrebni smo im samo neošte?eni i jaki.

?utala je, pribijena uz mene, kao da traži zaštitu. Preboljevala je što su je njeni napustili. Navikavala se na mene. Sad nikoga nemamo, ni ona ni ja, ho?emo li biti dovoljni jedno drugome?

Stavo morendo per la perdita e l'abbandono, sempre di più ogni giorno che passava.

No, this is throwing up like coming off the tilt-a-whirl at age seven, like discovering that dead rat under the porch, like finding out someone you loved never loved you at all.

This book is for those who would rather be haunted and driven mad than left behind.

The moment you let your courage leave you, you turn to an abandoned old house!

Instinct tells me to go to Hannah's, but she doesn't live there anymore and that's when I realize the major difference between my mother and Hannah. My mother deserted me at the 7-Eleven, hundred of kilometers away from home. Hannah, however, did the unforgivable. She deserted me in our own backyard.

I can do oblivion, you know. I can do it better than him. I'd like to see how he likes it if I just disappear from his life without a word. It was okay for him to keep in contact with Georgie and my mum, but not once did he pick up the phone or write to me. Like I was fucking nothing to him. Like I'm nothing to no one.

Before I can finish, he turns away and sits down, his back to me, as if I was never there. I stare at the back of his head. There's something about it that makes me want to commit a violent act with a blunt instrument.

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose.

I wanted to kill someone and I wanted to die and I wanted to run as far and as fast as I could because she was never coming back. She had fallen off the face of the earth and she was never coming back.

He didn't slam the door, didn't rage, didn't weep, he simply left.

Tudo o resto se passou em silêncio como se perto já não se escutassem. O amor que trocaram é assunto para duas vidas inteiras, abandonadas para sempre num barquito sem rumo.

I was not conceived out of love. I was born from a mistake. A reckless decision that my teenage mother and father made. I was such a bad choice that one of them decided to bail.

When a person is given up for adoption or when a parent is nonexistent in the raising of the child, not only does the child suffer from the void, the family they were supposed to be part of has a gaping hole.

Is this, then, the source of the primal wound—the sense of fatherlessness? The wound makes one vulnerable to a lie: you have no father, there is no fatherhood, the universe is abandoned. The wound begets loneliness. Loneliness seeks relief in the theater of the imagination. The imagination ferments a romance. Then romance, impelled by the generative powers of the body, gradually degenerates into erotic fantasy.

He knew that God very often did his deepest work in the soul without any sensible manifestations. He was always at work—always—and often most powerfully in those times when his children felt abandoned, alone with impossible responsibilities or afflictions. Speak, Lord, your servant is listening.

The pillars of wisdom are these: humility, powerlessness, poverty, loneliness, sickness, rejection, and abandonment.