Quotes About Abandonment

In this story, I'm the girl no one is waiting for.

The trick to being abandoned was to never let yourself long for anyone who left.

You can't tell me I matter and then leave like I don't.

Ricky Grambs was a deadbeat. He hadn't even cared enough to pick up the phone when my mother died. If it had been left up to him, I would have gone into foster care. Staring at Ricky's signature, I willed Tobias Hawthorne's reasoning in highlighting it to become clear.

had spent a lifetime treating me like an afterthought, if that. I hadn't seen him in more than a year. But now that I'd inherited billions? There he was.

The trick of being abandoned was never to let yourself long for anyone who left

I knew that he had billions of reasons to want me now, when he'd never cared enough to stick around for either of us before.

You can't do this to me.You were the one who lectured me about living.You were the one who said I had to get out and see what was right in front of me and make the most of it and not wish my time away and find my mountain because my mountain was waiting, and all that adds up to life.But then you leave.You can't just do that.

Angry at him for leaving without a word, angry at myself for being so easy to leave and for not being enough to make him want to stick around.

If you walk away, don't come back. You don't get to do that and come back.

It was always the same; other people gave up loving before she did. They got spoilt, or else they went away; in any case, they were partly to blame. Why did it happen so? She herself never changed; when she loved anyone, it was for life. She could not understand desertion; it was something so huge, so monstrous that the notion of it made her little heart break.

A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.

For a few moments, raising his arms desperately, the Reverend Mouret implored Heaven. His shoulder-blades cracked, with such fantastic force did he pray. But soon enough his arms fell to his sides, his hopes abashed. From heaven came one of those silences utterly void of hope known to the devout.

Odda?am mu serce, a on je zdepta? i odrzuci?.

You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. ~Heathcliff

Yo creo que hay fantasmas que vagan por el mundo, lo sé. Quédate siempre conmigo, bajo la forma que quieras, ¡vuélveme loco! Pero lo único que no puedes hacer es dejarme solo en este abismo donde no soy capaz de encontrarte.

But the hearts that once adored me Have long forgot their vow And the friends that mustered round me Have all forsaken now 'Twas in a dream revealed to me But not a dreamt of sleep A dream of watchful agony Of grief that would not weep Now do not harshly turn away

You loved me - then what right had you to leave me? What right - answer me - for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that god or satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. - Heathcliff

I felt that God had forsaken the stray sheep there to its own wicked wanderings, and an evil beast prowled between it and the fold, waiting his time to spring and destroy.

You are my son, then, I'll tell you' and your mother was a wicked slut to leave you in ignorance of the sort of father you possessed.

Me perdí cuando ya estaba salvada. Sentí que el mundo me dejaba atrás. Y ceñidos los lomos, al borde mismo de la Eternidad

I know some lonely houses off the road

It was as if I had spent thirteen years specialising in a certain language, only to discover all its speakers had scattered and renounced their native tongue. No, worse than that, because at least dead languages could be studied. This was as if I had spent my life learning to play a certain unique instrument, only to see some crazed vandal smash it to pieces.

We ought to get the RSPCA after them. It's cruel to push dogs through coal-holes and leave them there in the darkness. For all we know they have no food or drink.