Quotes About Abandonment

behind the shutters, our friends of yesterday were probably waiting for the moment when they could loot our homes.

Mainstream pop favored romantic dreams, but blues dealt with the sorrows and joys of real relationships: cheating, abandonment, and abuse were balanced by exuberant physical pleasure.

If one truly wants to be His disciple he must first give up his right to himself (a total abandonment), take up the Cross (which must mean, sooner or later and in many forms, suffering), and finally follow -- a daily obedience.

I am crippled in love relationships by fear, by defense, by doubt, by my own lack of self-regard. It makes me constantly want to abandon ship.

abandoned since the sudden disappearance of the hamster last Tuesday) and the pink plastic pig that had been sliced down the middle

I know this simple fact to be true, for I myself have abandoned people who did not want me to go, and I myself have been abandoned by those whom I begged to stay.

All lovers, even the most faithful lovers, are vulnerable to abandonment against their will. I know this simple fact to be true, for I myself have abandoned people who did not want me to go, and I myself have been abandoned by those whom I begged to stay.

Table salt hardens here. Books mildew. Diaries flip open. Private Property: Please Turn Around.

A mother never abandons her child, even when he seems to want it

She watched his chest rise and fall and remembered and reflected. All her life things had been taken from her: Apollo, Thomas's affection, Mama and Papa, her home, her future. No one had ever asked her opinion, garnered her thoughts on what she wanted or needed. Things had been done to her, but she'd never had the chance to do things. Like a doll on a shelf, she'd been moved about, manipulated, flung aside.

I believed… No. I knew we had an attraction. Then you left and I realized you were taking what you felt for me and giving it to another woman. A woman you didn't even know. And I wanted—needed—" Anna threw up her hands in frustration. "I wanted to be the one you-you swived with.

You were the one who left for London. You were the one who decided to-to tup another woman. You were the one who turned away from me. From us. Who is the greater sinner? I will no longer—urp!

But of what use is it to be whitewashed and trim outside, to have pleasant creepers and tidy shutters, when inside one's soul wanders through empty rooms, mournfully shivers in damp and darkness, is hungry and no one brings it food, is cold and no one lights a fire, is miserable and tired and there's no chair to sit on?

Sometimes someone will be standing in front of me, and already I feel him walking away. It's only a matter of time, so what's the point?

When she had been abandoned twenty-five days before, it had seemed that she would sink at any moment.

But she was no longer a ship. She was not even afloat, really.

Then he laid the Bible in the snow and walked away.

for there is nothing more desolate in all the abodes of men than an unfurnished house dimly lit, silent, and forsaken, and yet tenanted by rumour with the memories of evil and violent histories.

Let me alone, and go in search of someone else.

I have no needs. No country, no continent, no hope. I sit in blackness where I once lived. In magic, the only force I recognize. What is it? a face cries, skittering away. All that's left, I reply

It's all like me; and any song for this would just be bullshit. This is a thing, where they stopped trying, they deserted it, and desertion itself is the only possible song.

beautiful disused route to the sea fish path with nearly no fish in

not many of us left not much movement in the blackening lanes among a few low trees little flocks of orchids in the ditches nobody cares

it makes me shiver like a dead soldier returning his empty clothes to his bride but she's married someone else