Quotes About Abandonment

I cry for everything I abandoned and because I, too, have been left behind -- by Alex, by my mom, by time that has cut through our worlds and separated us.

I felt the kind of loneliness that can happen in a roomful of people when everyone but you seems to be in on the good time.

Along with being forever on the move, one is forever in a hurry, leaving things inadvertently behind-friend or fishing tackle, old raincoat or old allegiance.

Relativity theory forced the abandonment, in principle, of absolute space and absolute time.

Once you've put one of his [Henry James] books down, you simply can't pick it up again.

In the country neighbor­hood thereabouts, along the dusty roads, one found at intervals the prettiest little cottage homes, snug and cozy, and so cobwebbed with vines snowed thick with roses that the doors and windows were wholly hidden from sight-sign that these were deserted homes, forsaken years ago by defeated and disap­pointed families who could neither sell them nor give them away.

he hoped she would be happy, and never regret having driven her poor boy out into the unfeeling world to suffer and die.

I felt like the Last Man, neglected of the judgment, and left pinnacled in mid-heaven, a forgotten relic of a vanished world.

He is always poor, out of luck and friendless. The meanest creatures despise him, and even the fleas would desert him for a velocipede.

What can I say, I'm a sucker for abandoned stuff, misplaced stuff, forgotten stuff, any old stuff which despite the light of progress and all that, still vanishes every day like shadows at noon, goings unheralded, passings unourned, well, you get the drift.

Of course during all this, the children are once again abandoned, left to look after each other, with no one around to help translate the horror of the afternoon.

I'd thrown everyone's number out. Nothing could be done. I was gone from everyone.

leaving those on board with no place else to go.

No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.

The thrill of being ignored!

It's the story of one of those perpetual survivors- an expert at being left behind.

somewhere in his murkiest depths, he wasn't so much afraid of being left again as condemning someone else to second best.

He's waking her in every moment. Disturbing her. Reaching through her and abandoning her at the same time. He throws her down and takes her and cuts her open. The bedspring leaks - a howling, desperate noise of falling down and springing up, even though they don't want to. Refusal is pointless. Complaint has no use. Some crying crawls to the doorway where I stand. It hobbles out from the gap in the door and lands at my feet

It's the story of one of those perpetual survivors—an expert at being left behind.

The spoken truth of Rudy Steiner 'I guess I'm better at leaving things behind than stealing them.

she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.

Nu mai erau oameni pe strad?. Erau zvonuri care c?rau gen?i.

Credo di essere più bravo ad abbandonarle le cose che a rubarle.

THE SPOKEN TRUTH OF RUDY STEINER "I guess I'm better at leaving things behind than stealing them.