Quotes About Abandonment

Demons. And perhaps that was all the word 'demon' meant. Some creature torn from its own realm. Bound like a slave by a new master who cared nothing for its life, its well-being, who would simply use it like any other tool. Until made useless, whereupon it would be discarded.

She wept for the man she had abandoned, fleeing the pain she had seen in his eyes, as his love for her kept him stumbling in her wake, matching each footfall yet unable to come any closer. For that she could not allow. The intricate patterns on a hooded snake held mesmerizing charms, but the bite was no less deadly for that. She was the same. There was nothing in her – nothing that she could see – worth the overwhelming gift of love. Nothing in her worthy of him.

There is an abandonment, an escape, that physical labor bestows.

Our place in the universe, the universe itself, it all changes faster and faster by the second. Every one of us standing on this planet, we're all moving forwards and we're never ever coming back. The truth is, stillness is an idea, a dream. It's the thought of friendly, welcoming lights still shining in all the places we've been forced to abandon.

I thought they were meant to leave one another - not me.

Blood-colored clouds stained the eerie crystal sky. The Darkhawk sailed low over a landscape covered with dead forests, dry plains, empty riverbeds and long-abandoned train tracks. Everything wound through a twisted network of jagged hills the color of bones, and pools of brackish water ran across the landscape like puss.

To be lost and forgotten-to be abandoned-is a shared and terrible fear, just as our fondest hope, as we grow older, is that we might leave some parts of us behind in the hearts of those we love and in that way live on.

aspirava a uma paz que só a inocência na solidão pode proporcionar, a paz de um solitário inocente, que não abandonou nem traiu ninguém para estar só, um solitário que se conserva à margem do sangue e do sofrimento, sem que lhe possam ser pedidas contas.

We gave up on each other, when we should have remained staunch.

This was a station, a limbo-no storehouse, but a refuse heap.

As the warm and living palpitation diminished into the cold and silent roches, the dwindling group of unroched saw their hopes become fears. All had succumbed eventually. All. Until Casmeer had been left alone in the city, listening to only a sour wind and the quiet inner throb of his own grief.

Sexual partners who dropped you without a word caused the most horrible of self-doubts.

Taziel's clothes lay strewn around the floor of the darkened room, limp ghosts of his long body fashioned in fabric.

For decades, conservatives attacked liberals for living by "situational ethics," but the ease with which Republican leaders abandoned any pretense of being more than a whites-only party is the ultimate situational ethic.

Remember that Little can easily feel abandoned. She needs to feel taken care of all the time. That means talking to Little as an ongoing practice.

but the effects of abandonment apply to all types of loss and disconnection, whether it's loss of a job, a dream, or a friend. It may be a loss of one's home, health, or sense of purpose. Abandonment is a psychobiological process.

She had expected this because they were adults. Yet she'd gone off with them because they didn't behave like adults, so that she couldn't understand, now, whether they'd deserted her or whether she'd been stupid to expect otherwise.

I don't have the best family life. I'm not going to have a sob story and be like, my parents abandoned me, because they didn't. But they also are not that present. When I'm alone, I'm alone. I don't have anybody to call, and so I have to create meaning from myself.

People were buying two, three and four houses to be sold on and rented out. Then the money ran out. To this day you see a lot of what we call ghost estates around Ireland, which have not been finished.

What drew me to the character is that Roberto Duran is the son of an American soldier - a Marine - stationed in Panama and a humble Panamanian mother, and he was abandoned.

What? No one wants my bouquet! Somebody better pick it up! Somebody better pick up my bouquet!

Let me alone, and go in search of someone else.

i heard from many tht whom u love show them wht u're they 'll love u more but whn i did it my love left me alone in dark nd cold .

You must have brought the bad weather with youThe sky's the color of leadAll you've left me is a featherOn an unmade bed