Quotes About Abandonment

Most of the villages showed empty streets, and the countryside around them was as deserted as if the whole human race and most of its animals had been spirited away. Until we came to Steeple Honey.

Now she had taken off her goodness and left it behind her like a heap of rain-sodden clothes, and she only felt joy.

The only day I remember of my parents' marriage was the day my dad walked out. As I stood there at five years old, with my older sister and younger brother, I knew that he was gone.

I would like to be free, totaly free... free like an aborted child.

Cînd esti iubit, suferi mai mult decît cînd nu esti. Parasit, te mîngîi prin orgoliu; dar ce consolare mai poti nascoci în fata unei inimi ce ti se deschide?

I would like to forget everything, to forget myself and to forget the world.

što nam ljudi više okre?u le?a, više rade na našem usavršavanju: napuštaju?i nas, oni nas spasavaju.

Having discovered, at the end of her efforts, the realm of non-will, she rejoices, for she knows now that her ruin conceals a pleasure principle, and she intends to profit by it. Abandonment enchants and fulfills her. Time continues to pass? She is not at all alarmed; let others bother about time; it is their business: they do not guess what relief there can be in wallowing in a present that leads nowhere …

La el acas?, Dumnezeu neavând ce p?zi, de necaz È™i de urât, pustieÈ™te gr?dinile omului.

S? ne îndoim de cei care care întorc spatele iubirii,ambiÅ£iei,societ??ii.AceÅŸtia se vor r?zbuna pentru motivul de a fi renunÅ£at la toate acestea.Istoria ideilor e istoria rachiunei singuraticului.

Numai Dumnezeu are privilegiul s? ne abandoneze. Oamenii nu pot decât s?-Å£i întoarc? spatele.

I fail to witness the gods' hilarity at leaving behind the human episode.

Only God has the privilege of abandoning us. Men can only drop us.

We never follow the consistent rationalist for long; once we pluck out his mystery and know where he is headed, we abandon him to his system

Cavaliere, - mormorò. - T'amo ancora! - Il Corsaro aveva mandato un grido di gioia suprema e si era stretta al cuore la giovane donna. [...] Ed essi forse ignorano quanto io ti ho amata e quanto io ti ho pianta. Honorata, dopo quella notte fatale che ti abbandonai sola, in mezzo alla tempesta, affidandoti alla misericordia di Dio!...

Ed essi ignorano quanto io ti ho amata e quanto io ti ho pianta. Honorata, dopo quella notte fatale che ti abbandonai sola, in mezzo alla tempesta, affidandoti alla misericordia di Dio!...

I began to count the pools, each a flare of turquoise light lost behind the high walls of the villas with their screens of cycads and bougainvillaea. Ten thousand years in the future, long after the Côte d'Azur had been abandoned, the first explorers would puzzle over these empty pits, with their eroded frescoes of tritons and stylized fish, inexplicably hauled up the mountainsides like aquatic sundials or the altars of a bizarre religion devised by a race of visionary geometers.

Sie war wie ein ausgesetztes Katzenjunges, das in der Gosse schwimmt und erbärmlich schreit - diese dämonische, archaische Überlebenskraft.

I was crying for having been left behind in the night, paralyzed by loneliness.

I shall not be disappointed to leave all you bastards behind.

I hope we realize that the people of New Orleans weren't just abandoned during the hurricane. They were abandoned long ago — to murder and mayhem in the streets, to substandard schools, to dilapidated housing, to inadequate health care, to a pervasive sense of hopelessness.

She came to a little wrecked pleasure-steamer, which had become embedded in the mud several summers ago and which no one had bothered to remove. It had been a vulgar, tubby little boat when it used to steam through the water with its handful of holiday-makers, giving shrill whistles at every bend and causing a wash that disturbed the fishermen as they sat peacefully on the banks; but, now it lay sideways in the mud with its gaudy paint all bleached, it was almost beautiful.

Everywhere in the house there were sad little reminders—a limp string shopping-bag hanging from the kitchen door; a fortune-telling book in the dresser-drawer; a fern in the dining-room window that had died from neglect since she had ceased to tend it; and one small black glove mixed up with the string she used to save—little things like that were everywhere.

I always felt as if I were on an island. There were people around me, but they weren't really with me.