Quotes About Abandonment

Every one of them [prostitutes] has a story, and every story begins with a man who failed her. A husband who came home from the war, good for nothin' but drink. A father who didn't come home at all, or a stepfather who did. A brother who should have protected her. A beau who promised marriage and left when he got what he wanted, because he wouldn't marry a slut. If a girl like that has lost her way, it's because some worthless no-account sonofabitch left her in the wilderness alone.

Hateful day when I received life!' I exclaimed in agony. 'Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust? God, in pity, made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image; but my form is a filthy type of yours, more horrid even from the very resemlance. Satan had his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and abhorred.' - Frankenstein

But where were my friends and relations? No father had watched my infant days, no mother had blessed me with smiles and caresses; or if they had, all my past life was now a blot, a blind vacancy in which I distinguished nothing. From my earliest remembrance I had been as I then was in height and proportion. I had never yet seen a being resembling me or who claimed any intercourse with me. What was I? The question again recurred, to be answered only with groans.

Oh, Frankenstein, non essere equo con gli altri unicamente per calpestare me a cui maggiormente devi non solo giustizia, ma an- che clemenza e affetto. Sono tua creatura, ricordalo: avrei dovuto essere il tuo Adamo, e sono invece l'angelo caduto che tu hai allon tanato dalla gioia senza colpa alcuna da parte sua. Dappertutto ve- do benedizioni dalle quali io solo sono irrevocabilmente escluso. Ero buono: la miseria ha fatto di me un demone. Rendimi felice, e io sarò di nuovo virtuoso.

Believe me, Frankenstein, I was benevolent; my soul glowed with love and humanity; but am I not alone, miserably alone? You, my creator, abhor me; what hope can I gather from your fellow creatures, who owe me nothing?

I remembered Adam's supplication to his Creator. But where was mine? He had abandoned me, and in the bitterness of my heart I cursed him.

I, the miserable and the abandoned, am an abortion, to be spurned at, and kicked, and trampled on

then reflected, and the thought made me shiver, that the creature whom I had left in my apartment might still be there, alive, and walking about.

But where were my friends and relations? No father had watched my infant days, no mother had blessed me with smiles and caresses; or if they had, all my past life was no a blot, a blind vacancy in which I distinguished nothing.

no Eve soothed my sorrows, or shared my thoughts; I was alone. I remembered Adam's supplication to his Creator;13 but where was mine? he had abandoned me, and, in the bitterness of my heart, I cursed him.

My protectors had departed, and had broken the only link that held me to the world. For the first time the feelings of revenge and hatred filled my bosom, and I did not strive to control them; but, allowing myself to be borne away by the stream, I bent my mind towards injury and death.

I swear to you, by the earth which I inhabit, and by you that made me, that, with the companion you bestow, I will quit the neighbourhood of man, and dwell, as it may chance, in the most savage of places.

Oh, Frankenstein, be not equitable to every other and trample upon me alone, to whom thy justice, and even thy clemency and affection, is most due. Remember that I am thy creature; I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed. Everywhere I see bliss, from which I alone am irrevocably excluded.

Unfeeling, heartless creator! You had endowed me with perceptions and passions, and then cast me abroad an object for the scorn and horror of mankind.

The wretch saw me destroy the creature on whose future existence he depended for happiness, and, with

Me has dado sentimientos y pasiones, pero me has abandonado al desprecio y al asco de la humanidad.

I lived in a desolate country where there were none to praise and very few to love.

You, my creator, abhor me; what hope can I gather from your fellow-creatures, who owe me nothing?

My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair? My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone? My love, my love, my love, if only you could have known.

He arrived to find that she'd left, discovering then that he was all alone. Even the birds had gone. They'd abandoned their nest on the windowsill, and he was somehow certain that they'd never come back.

The locker at the end of her bed had no lock, and one of the hinges was busted. She opened it up. There was a thing in it. The thing might have been a sandwich at some point, or an animal, or a human hand...but what it was now was fuzzy and putrid. A minute later, Ginny was down the stairs, out the door, and gone.

The houses stood like men in unpressed suits, who had lost the desire to stand straight:

justice has not ceased to exist. How could it? It is possible for men to abandon their sight of it, and then it is justice that destroys them. But it is not possible for justice to go out of existence, because one is an attribute of the other, because justice is the act of acknowledging that which exists. . .

And then they stopped smiling. The corpse they saw in the weeds by the roadside was a rusty cylinder with bits of glass—the remnant of a gas-station pump.