Quotes About Abandonment

Nobody lived in Eden anymore.

To explore technology for me is something that I have to do. Otherwise, I feel completely left in the back... abandoned.

Where did God go? It's like he just abandoned us. Without so much as a 'good luck.' It's every man for himself now and it just -- sucks.

Not... what opinions are held, but... how they are held: instead of being held dogmatically, [liberal] opinions are held tentatively, and with a consciousness that new evidence may at any moment lead to their abandonment.

Two of the upstairs windows were boarded up, as if the house had closed its eyes in shame and whispered, Look what's become of me. As I stood surveying the property and wondering how it had come to such ruin, I realized that unless I pulled myself together and found a way to ground myself into my life, I could end up just as sad and empty as that old house.

Few experiences in life quite match the feelings of horror, fear, helplessness, and grief that families experience when someone they love becomes addicted to alcohol or other drugs. They watch in dismay as the addict becomes alienated from the family and undergoes profound changes. Activities that once brought the addict pleasure are abandoned, old friends are pushed away, and the addict withdraws into a world that is inaccesible to anyone who tries to help.

Some Survivors think that getting angry is inappropriate and a sign that a person is out of control. Others are afraid of anger, that of others, as well as their own. They are afraid that if they get angry, they will be rejected or abandoned, afraid they will lose control and hurt someone. But, allowing yourself to get angry and express your anger in constructive ways is one of the most healthy and empowering things you can do.

When we feel guilt, we feel badly about something we did or neglected to do. When we feel shame, we feel badly about who we are. Put another way: guilty people fear punishment, shamed people fear abandonment. When we feel guilty we need to learn it's okay to make mistakes. When we feel shame we need to learn it's okay to be who we are.

We thought you would not die—we were sure you would not go; And leave us in our utmost need to Cromwell's cruel blow— Sheep without a shepherd when the snow shuts out the sky— Oh, why did you leave us, Eoghan? Why did you die?

They say that abandonment is a wound that never heals. I say only that an abandoned child never forgets.

When you are abandoned by two parents as a baby - wow, that is something to live with.

A novel and its writer are inseparable: you are your books. A play's not like that at all. 'Abandonment's not mine - it's everyone's. I wanted it to be a co-operative thing because I was tired of that anal control that I have over novels.

Every child makes its peace with abandonment. That's called growing up.

After all, a book can be set aside for weeks, or for good. (Burned in the grate.) Alternatively, a story can be adored for centuries. But it cannot be derailed. A plot, whether abandoned by a reader or pursued rapturously, remains itself, and gets where it is headed even if nobody is looking. It is progressive and inevitable as the seasons. Winter still comes after autumn though you may have died over the summer.

I don't let myself get carried away by my own ideas - I abandon 19 out of 20 of them every day.

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.

avec un long frémissement et se cachant la figure, elle s'abandonna.

Embora ele estivesse separado dela, não a tinha abandonado, estava ali, e as paredes da casa pareciam guardar a sombra dele.

Sometimes one feels that it would be merciful to tear down these houses, for they must often dream.

His family never called to see him; probably it had found another temporary head, after the manner of decadent mountain folk.

I hurried back before sunset to my hotel, unwilling to have the stars come out above me in the open; and the next day returned to Boston to give up my position. I could not go into that dim chaos of old forest and slope again, or face another time that grey blasted heath where the black well yawned deep beside the tumbled bricks and stones.

saw listless-looking people working in barren gardens or digging clams on the fishy-smelling beach below, and groups of dirty, simian-visaged children playing around weed-grown doorsteps. Somehow

Where once had risen walls of 300 cubits and towers yet higher, now stretched only the marshy shore, and where once had dwelt fifty millions of men now crawled only the detestable green water-lizard.

Sometimes one feels that it would be merciful to tear down these houses, for they must often dream. It