Quotes About Abandonment

One day or another, it is true, dust, supposing it persists, will probably begin to gain the upper hand over domestics, invading the immense ruins of abandoned buildings, deserted dockyards; and, at that distant epoch, nothing will remain to ward off night-terrors, for lack of which we have become such great book-keepers...

He then, with great presence of mind, put a stop to any further recriminations by kissing her; and his indignant betrothed, apparently feeling that he was too deeply sunk in depravity to be reclaimable, abandoned (for the time being, at all events) any further attempt to bring him to a sense of his iniquity.

Long before the season ended - if not before it start! - Damerel would be heaven knows where, strewing rose-leaves about for some abandoned male to tread on! Well, one thing at least I'm determined on! if he *must* indulge in such wasteful habits he shall strew his rose-leaves for me to tread upon, not one of his ridiculous Paphians!

Forgetting Henry's headlamp, the Boxcar

A bag which was left and not only taken but turned away was not found. The place was shown to be very like the last time. A piece was not exchanged, not a bit of it, a piece was left over. The rest was mismanaged.

Every day, I wake up determined to deliver a better life for the people all across this nation that have been neglected, ignored, and abandoned. I have visited the laid-off factory workers and the communities crushed by our horrible and unfair trade deals. These are the forgotten men and women of our country.

You've been wondering lately when the moment is that somebody is truly lost to you.

Others were in love. Desire abandoned them all.

The Spire is a bad card. It can mean a literal tower, but it also means a fall from a height, whether literal or figurative, the destruction of something old and valuable. It means isolation, abandonment. It is the card of the scapegoat." "All of them things?" He raises an eyebrow at me. "The card also means falling to prey to your own self-confidence.

There are no gardens in the Mirador. Only graveyards.

As individuals, we have enormous power in the ways we abandon the scapegoated, or instead stand up for them. We have power to change the ways we encourage shunning and instead do the work to facilitate communication. Simple shifts in personal behavior and their expressions in political structures of power, produce changing public norms which can make huge differences in individual and collective experiences.

Most of mankind's misery stems from feeling unloved. In the midst of adverse circumstances, people tend to feel that love has been withdrawn and they have been forsaken. This feeling of abandonment is often worse than the adversity itself.

Many women with AD/HD have fears of loneliness or abandonment that turn into dependency. They may then push away feelings of anger or avoid setting healthy limits needed to get appropriate help and support. I've seen women with AD/HD stay in emotionally abusive relationships because they feel they can't be completely independent and take care of things on a daily level.

They closed the transient 5th Avenue Motel and now where will they go? They came from all over to stay for a night or a month or whatever they could afford, however they can afford it – and now it's gone, broken windows boarded up, chain link fence surrounding it like it's a dog with scurvy. The transient hotel drained pale, pissing in an empty ashtray.

she dreams dreams wrapped in unknown skins. sweat scented covers are tossed aside in her urgency. she dreams recklessly of reckless abandonment in a dark, dank world.

He withdrew then, leaving [him] standing in the bloody morning sunlight, leaving him all alone at the heart of his fortress, for the second time, with nothing but a corpse for company.

Jesus cried out with a loud voice, saying, "Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?" that is, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" (Matt. 27:46)

I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you. (John 14:18)

Jesus, forgive me for ever thinking that you've forgotten about me, don't really care about me, or have even abandoned me. I confess that sometimes, especially when life seems the hardest, loneliest, most unfair, and most broken, I entertain these foolish, unfounded, disbelieving notions.

Because in some men it is in them to give up everything personal at some time, before it ferments and poisons--throw it to some human being or some human idea. They have to.

I actually start drawing things. Usually they're abandoned before I commit too much time and effort.

How could she go on without him? And, at the same time, how could she go on knowing that every moment of their time together had meant so little to him

I write all the time but often abandon things I don't think will go anywhere. It's rare that I'll labor over writing something that doesn't feel like it will turn into a keeper.

Every time one leaves anywhere, something precious, which ought not to be killed, is left to die.