Quotes About Abandonment

father was ashamed of the baby and left him with his mother.

The house stank; a stench all its own pervaded every corner. It was a threnody in the key of Cat minor, with a ground-bass of Old Dog, and modulations of old people, waning lives, and relinquished hopes.

pole. Denise followed, her eyes rapidly exploring the interior which was completely tiled; walls, ceiling and floor. The tiles had once been white; now they were an indeterminate gray. The room was thirty feet long and twenty feet wide. Parked in rows on each side were old wooden carts with wheels the size of those on a bicycle. Down the center of the room was an open lane. Each cart supported a shrouded corpse.

Loretta didn't have much time left for mothering, and once I was old enough to fry my own eggs, she started leaving me home with the cat. Then the cat ran away; she didn't notice. Poor

whom we betrayed and sold down the river when we left Afghanistan, leaving them and their families to the mercy of the victors.

Everything pains me. The merest trifle rouses a sense of abandonment. I'm impatient with other people, their will to live, their universe. Attracted by a decision to withdraw from everyone [no longer bearing the world of Y].

A delirium, however, does not exist unless one wakens from it(there are only retrospective deliriums): one day, I realize what has happened to me: I thought I was suffering from not being loved, and yet it is because I thought I was loved that I was suffering; I lived in the complication of supposing myself simultaneously loved and abandoned. Anyone hearing my intimate language would have had to exclaim, as of a difficult child: But after all, what does he want?

I seek to harm myself, I expel myself from my paradise, busily provoking within myself the images (of jealousy, abandonment, humiliation) which can injure me; and I keep the wound open, I feed it with other images, until another wound appears and produces a diversion.

There are nightmares in which the Mother appears, her face hardened into a cold and severe expression. The fade-out of the loved object is the terrifying return of the Wicked Mother, the inexplicable retreat of love, the well-known abandonment of which the Mystics complain : God exists, the Mother is present, but they no longer love.

Sooner or later you ended up an orphan. There was no escaping it.

Sooner or later you ended up an orphan. There was no escaping it. It had happened that

The house was closed up and empty. Locked doors, shaded windows, no broken glass. No burglars, no squatters. No feral Rose Sanderson, going to earth in a place she remembered.

Karen se hundió en un pesar todavía más profundo que antes. El espíritu intrépido que la había mantenido en pie desapareció. Sintió que la maldición de haber nacido judía la había conducido a la locura de abandonar Dinamarca.

Art is never completed, only abandoned.

art is never finished, only abandoned

Nobody took care of Lazarus, he no longer had any relatives or friends, and the great desert, which embraced the holy city, approached the very threshold of his dwelling place. And she came into his house, and she sprawled across his bed, like a wife, and she extinguished the fires.

Factorul cel mai frecvent care determin? dezvoltarea dependen?ei de a-i mul?umi pe al?ii este trauma din prima copil?rie asociat? cu sentimentul de a fi ignorat, respins sau abandonat de c?tre prima persoan? care s-a ocupat de copil.

Yes, go on. Leave. You're always coming and going. The rest of us are stuck here. Do you think he'd still love you if he knew who you are? He doesn't really care—only when it suits him.

But this time she'd done everything right and they were leaving her anyway. You couldn't be perfect enough to keep the world from betraying you.

It hurt to be so alone. It hurt to be forgotten.

How can dreams be secondhand? Lissie asked, sounding both skeptical and intrigued. Addie flipped on the headlights, watched the snowflakes dancing in the beams. Sometimes people give up on them, because they don't fit anymore. Or they just leave them behind, for one reason or another. Then someone else comes along, finds them, and believes they might be worth something after all.

Even if my father and mother abandon me, the LORD will take care of me. Psalm 27:10

Sometimes you run away by yourself purely so someone who cares will come to find you. Half the time nobody does. That's the tragedy of life.

They died, leaving behind the kind of void that is never filled, a relentless ache that follows an abandoned child throughout her entire life. And