Quotes About Abandonment

somos búzios que nenhum eco habita

This, perhaps, is how lives are measured, a series of abandonments that we hope beyond reason will eventually be reconciled.

Who had he been? A failed father, a runaway husband. A son. A packet of unopened letters. He was dead; he was dead.

wouldn't even insult my mattress by giving it a

she'd left, feeling the emptiness of the big theater

Somewhere in the ruins above them, the cats are howling.

Así es como se miden, quizás, las cosas, por una serie de abandonos que confirmamos, contra toda esperanza, en poder llegar a aceptar algún día.

You can call it that if you like, but what was I to do? I was desperate. I would have had to move out. I had no job, no income, nowhere to go. Philip was in the cemetery and nobody cared about me.

Most of the jars on my spice rack had that sticky, dusty quality that comes from never being opened and you'd have had to root around in the fridge to find a vegetable that wasn't limp, bruised or withered – or all three.

garden where they used to live. She can't trust anyone. Raymond Clunes has just ripped her off. Her beloved son has pissed off and gone to America. She's got so few friends that after she was killed it took two whole days for anyone to notice she was dead and even then it was only the cleaner. It struck me from the start that she must have been pretty bloody miserable. And that's why she was thinking of doing herself in …

was finished the moment I came to this country,' he said quietly. 'I was twelve years old and I didn't want to be here. Nobody wanted me to be here. I was trash – Romanian trash – and the first chance they got, they threw me in this place and forgot about me. You think anyone will read this letter? You think anyone will care? No! I could die in here.

Logic itself affirms that a loving Heavenly Father would not abandon His children without providing a way for them to learn of Him.

I had no intention of pursuing either the characters or the setting further.

You are forever alone.

There's a lot of days where you feel forgotten.

Du moins, sur ce trottoir où je t'abandonne,j'ai l'espérance que tu n'es pas seule.

Most men resemble great deserted palaces: the owner occupies only a few rooms and has closed off wings where he never ventures.

It's a lonely place. Sometimes it's the loneliest place in the world.

I've stolen a garden. It isn't mine, it isn't anybody's. Nobody wants it, nobody cares for it, nobody ever goes into it. Perhaps everything is dead in it already, I don't know. I don't care, I don't care. Nobody has any right to take it from me when I care about it and they don't. They're letting it die, all shut in by itsellf!

Weetzie could not even cry and make Kleenex roses. She remembered the day her father, Charlie, had driven away in the smashed yellow T-bird, leaving her mother Brandy-Lynn clutching her flowered robe with one hand and an empty glass in the other, and leaving Weetzie holding her arms crossed over her chest that was taking its time to develope into anything

God does not abandon men, my son. Men abandon God.

Everyone to whom she drew close left her. Sooner or later they walked away.

Me desperté de la anestesia con una sensación de profundo abandono, y le pregunté a la enfermera si era niño o niña. Me dijo que era una niña, y volví la cabeza y me eché a llorar. «Estupendo», dije, «me alegra que sea una niña. Y espero que sea tonta. Es lo mejor que en este mundo puede ser una chica: una tontita preciosa».

Huge live oaks, hung with Spanish moss, partly hid a stately white Southern mansion in need of paint. Wisteria blossoms hung bell-like from vines climbing the walls. The Hardys mounted the steps of the still stately portico, supported by high, once-white round columns. Frank knocked repeatedly on the door. There was no response. As they circled the neglected structure, they rapped on windows, called out, pounded on side and back doors, with no results.