Quotes About Abandonment

It's a brutally sad fact that a number of people simply disappear from your life when you're broken and need them the most.

I ran when the going got tough, because I was so sure it was all going to end badly. The only control I had was to be the one who left, instead of the one who was left behind.

Es un hecho cruelmente triste que algunas personas desaparezcan de tu vida cuando estás pasando por un infierno y cuando más las necesitas.

I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.

I felt Mr Willard had deserted me. I thought he must have planned it all along, but Buddy said No, his father simply couldn't stand the sight of sickness and especially his own son's sickness, because he thought all sickness was sickness of the will. Mr Willard had never been sick a day in his life.

And I thought of how my mother and brother and friends would visit me, day after day, hoping I would be better. Then their visits would slacken off, and they would give up hope. They would grow old. They would forget me... The more hopeless you were, the further away they hid you.

I can only end up with one, and I must leave many lonely by the wayside. So that is all for now. Perhaps someday someone will leave me by the wayside. And that will be poetic justice.

Tunsin itseni veltoksi ja hylätyksi, olin kuin jonkin pelottavan eläimen luoma nahka. Oli helpotus päästää irti eläimestä, mutta se näytti vieneen mukanaan minun sieluni ja kaiken muun, mihin se saattoi iskeä kyntensä.

There are the clothes of a fat woman I do not know. There is my comb and brush. There is an emptiness. I am so vulnerable suddenly. I am a wound walking out of hospital. I am a wound they are letting go. I leave my health behind. I leave someone Who would adhere to me: I undo her fingers like bandages: I go. (Three Women)

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The heart of [J.G.] Ballard's vision [is] the object at odds with its function and abandoned by its time.

I saw that it was all over, put away in a box like a doll no longer cared for, the magical intimacy of our childhood together

I hated her for leaving us. I hated her. I hated her most for leaving me with Dad.

The future holds no hope or meaning to me. I know that by killing myself other people will suffer, but why go through this interminable hell? What's the point of being here if you feel unloved and abandoned by those you used to trust and count on? What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?

Flush me down the toilet. Human waste.

We forgot about Buddha. We forgot about God. We developed a coldness inside us that still has not thawed. I fear my soul has died. We stopped writing home to our mothers. We lost weight and grew thin. We stopped bleeding. We stopped dreaming. We stopped wanting.?

Parecía especializarse en causas perdidas. Perderlas primero y después largarse atrás como un loco.

Sólo alcanzaba a advertir la casa triste, que Rema estaba como cansada, que apenas llovía y las cosas tenían, sin embargo, algo de húmedo y abandonado

La guitarra en el ropero para siempre está colgada, nadie en ella toca nada ni hace sus cuerdas sonar.

Como si un día, de pronto, las gentes hubieran levantado sus cabezas de la tierra, después de tantos siglos, y hubieran descubierto la miseria en que vivían y la posibilidad de remediarla en otra parte. Nadie volvió jamás. Nadie volvió siquiera para llevarse algunas de las cosas que aquí se habían dejado. Y, así, poco a poco, igual que muchos pueblos del contorno, Ainielle fue quedándose vacío, solitario y vacío para siempre.

Beli at thirteen believed in love like a seventy-year-old widow who's been abandoned by family, husband, children and fortune believes in God.

Freezing out," she said. She had her gloves in one hand like a crumpled bouquet.

It can be summed up by saying that suffering is overcome by suffering, and wounds are healed by wounds. For the suffering in suffering is the lack of love, and the wounds in wounds are the abandonment, and the powerlessness in pain is unbelief. And therefore the suffering of abandonment is overcome by the suffering of love, which is not afraid of what is sick and ugly, but accepts it and takes it to itself in order to heal it. Through

What is left when there is no love? A rope and rock.