Quotes About Abandonment

She felt like the loser kid the teacher made everyone play with at recess. -Hanna Marin

And he left. I watched him walk out – he didn't say good-bye, he didn't even look back. It scared me, how easy it was for him to do that.

For a long time now my heart has had its shutters closed, its steps deserted, formerly a tumultuous hotel, but now empty and echoing like a great empty tomb.

It was during my time at secondary school that I abandoned religion.

It was at this time that she entirely gave up on reading. The covers of books looked like coffins to her, either shabby or ornate, and what was inside them might as well have been dust.

He would be sad to learn that she had dismissed God long ago, as she would have dismissed an inept servant.

También para los recuerdos es demasiado tarde. Ahora ya no les quiero. No sé si los quise. Los abandoné. Ya no guardo en mi mente el perfume de su piel ni en mis ojos el color de sus ojos. Ya no me acuerdo de la voz, salvo a veces la de la dulzura con la fatiga de la noche. Ya no oigo la risa, ni la risa ni los gritos. Se acabó, ya no lo recuerdo. [...] se ha convertido en escritura corriente.

La mémoire de la plupart des hommes est un cimetière abandonné, où gisent sans honneurs des morts qu'ils ont cessé de chérir. Toute douleur prolongée insulte à leur oubli.

La mémoire des hommes est un cimetière abandonné, où gisent sans honneurs des morts qu'ils ont cessé de chérir.

Sentía que en torno a mí empezaban a ofuscarse frente a un dolor tan prolongado; su violencia causaba mayor escándalo que su causa. Si me hubiera abandonado a las mismas lamentaciones por la muerte de un hermano o de un hijo, lo mismo me hubieran reprochado que llorara como una mujer. La memoria de la mayoría de los hombres es un cementerio abandonado donde yacen los muertos que aquéllos han dejado de honrar y de querer. Todo dolor prolongado es un insulto a ese olvido.

De herinnering van de meeste mensen is een verlaten kerkhof, waar de doden die ze hebben opgehouden lief te hebben eerloos terneerliggen. Elk langdurig verdriet is een aanklacht tegen hun vergetelheid.

Ä°nsanlar?n pek çoÄŸunun bellekleri, sevmekten vazgeçtikleri ölülerinin sessiz sedas?z yatt?klar? terk edilmiÅŸ mezarl?klard?r. unutulmayan ac? unutkanl?klar?na yönelen bir küfürdür.

And then Matilda answered her own question because the truth was that Mary-Alice had no idea. "If a man is going to abandon a woman, he will do it for other reasons. He will not abandon her because he gets married." Mary-Alice

Then there is the matter of my mother's abandonment of me. Again, this is the common experience. They walk ahead of us, and walk too fast, and forget us, they are so lost in thoughts of their own, and soon or late they disappear. The only mystery is that we expect it to be otherwise.

We fly forgotten as a dream, certainly, leaving the forgetful world behind us to trample and mar and misplace everything we have ever cared for. That is just the way of it, and it is remarkable.

There was no way to abandon guilt, no decent way to disown it. All the tangles and knots of bitterness and desperation and fear had to be pitied. No, better, grace had to fall over them.

Why must we be left, the survivors picking among the flotsam, among the small, unnoticed, unvalued clutter that was all that remained when they vanished, that only catastrophe made notable?

The second you walk off down that road I'll start telling myself you're gone for good, and why wouldn't you be, and I'll start trying to hate you for it. I will hate you for it. I might even leave here entirely.

He is the only man she has ever loved, and he has dumped her like ballast. She needs to find an explanation that does not make her a fool and him an animal, but every thought of him is a knife turning in the wound love made.

I realize that I have left part of myself in a place where I shall probably never come back.

She has no name for that feeling of utter abandonment, nor the feeling that comes over her on fair days, when she stands in the courtyard from the photo, and the voice of the loudspeaker booms front behind the trees, and the music and commercials run together in an unintelligible blur. It is as if she were standing outside the fete, separated from some earlier thing.

I was very lighthearted. This often the way when the abandonment of personal responsibility is enforced: neither wronged innocence or just guilt can seriously impair the sensation of freedom one has.

But women can bear anything better than desertion. Cruelty is bad, but neglect is worse than cruelty, and desertion worse even than neglect.

Greece was falling apart. The streets of Athens were crawling with cats and dogs that people had abandoned because they could no longer afford pet food. But our hosts were jubilant. Their family didn't seem like a burden; it seemed like a party. The idea bloomed in my head that being ruled by something other than my own wishes and wanderlust might be a pleasure, a release.