Quotes About Abandonment

Dear Father, I already forgave you once. I read all your letters, which fed me crumbs of love and admiration. LIke Hansel and Gretel, I followed their trail to your door. But you have left me again. I have the whole summer ahead of me to re-read your letters, and to try to understand.

I'd like to see much more understanding of emotional issues around hurt, abandonment, disappointment, longing, failure and shame, where they stem from and how they drive people and policies brought into public discourse.

For a baby to thrive she or he has to be more than fed and kept clean. She or he needs to be held and to be engaged with as a living baby. This last thought might sound a bit mad. Of course a baby is alive. But if a baby receives only perfunctory care, if her or his needs for food and water and changing are met in a production-line manner, as happened for the many abandoned babies in the Romanian orphanes after Ceausescu was toppled, she or he may not thrive; she may die.

Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it.

If you'd been taken by the Capitol, and hijacked, and then tried to kill Peeta, is this the way he would be treating you?" demands Haymitch. I fall silent. It isn't. It isn't how he would be treating me at all. He would be trying to get me back at any cost. Not shutting me out, abandoning me, greeting me with hostility at every turn.

I'd begun to think that he'd given up on me in the weeks that had passed. Or that he no longer cared about me. Hated me even. And the idea of losing him forever, my best friend, the only person I'd ever trusted with my secrets, was so painful I couldn't stand it.

Why bother pinching pennies when the dollars had fled long ago?

Por qué hizo falta que fuera lastimado hasta el límite de su vida para que me diera cuenta? Porque soy egoísta. Soy una cobarde. Soy el tipo de chica que, cuando podría ser útil de verdad, huiría para seguir con vida y abandonaría a los que no la pudieran seguir para que sufrieran y murieran..

He said, See that little girl? I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with a coal miner." -Peeta Mellark in The Hunger Games

It´s a little song about abandonment, and it goes something like this....

The abandonment came, and now this shabby bacchanal.

I no longer blame Thing Woman or myself quite so much for N´s leaving us. I look at him sometimes for an unguarded moment and see a tall, crooked man with yellowing teeth and a leer. I see new N. Bad N. Vulnerable to anyone with a vagina. I also see Good N, just a glimpse, here and there. And Noncommittal N, an extra in his own life, just hitting his marks and looking well pressed. He´s become a whole group of people, a cache of ghosts tugging at my sleeve. Good N was phenomenal.

Everyone deals with sadness and lack of love when they're kids, and all this abandonment. Most people do. Hopefully you want to learn something new, and you want to move on to this other place, and I think, for me, it was like, I really didn't know how to calm myself down.

I come from a single parent family but with both parents. I always stress that because my poor dad always gets written out and I always feel sorry for him because it's like he abandoned me, which he never did.

Many feel sorry for a person like David Platt. He was abandoned by his father, his mother wanted to abort him and his stepdad wanted him dead.

I like melancholy. I like to pretend that I'm alone in the world and I'm just sort of abandoned.

It sounds corny, but I've promised my inner child that never again will I ever abandon myself for anything or anyone else again.

Before I got married, I had a girlfriend who ran off in the middle of our relationship with a millionaire. She called from the South of France and said, 'I found one, I'm sorry. That's it. Goodbye!'

You bothered yourself and changed the season. I was left behind with your awful sounds.

I don't understand, Jem. I don't understand why you'd leave me. Why would you that?

Our spirits are connected honey. Wrapped in firsts of gnarled heartache. But I promise not to let go if you don't.

That you were able to walk away, gives me my answer as plain as day.

Inside a home you left me, a blue orphanage. Inside a bluish mosaic, space to live.

The cry of true love which is abandoned, is like the scream of the bird when it dies!