Quotes About Abandonment

most give way leaving empty spaces where people should be.

Then I heard a man scream from the next ward, Joe, where are you? Joe, you said you'd come back! Joe, where are you? The voice was loud and so sad, so agonized.(...) Joe wasn't coming. It didn't pay to trust another human being. Humans didn't have it, whatever it took.

Quando tutto sarà finito sono sicuro che mi verrà concesso un minuto per ripensare a tutte le volte che volevo urlare cosa sentivo, ma sono stato zitto per paura di non essere capito, e rimpiangerò gli obbiettivi che ho abbandonato perché il timore di fallire mi ha impedito di perseguirli. Questa vita è una puttana e probabilmente mi spezzerà il cuore, ma cazzo, sono innamorato.

I got the blues. I got the blues. that dog loved and trusted me and I let it walk away.

now they are celebrating my demise in taverns I no longer frequent.

I know that I have deserted you, the icecubes pile like fool's gold in the pitcher and now they are playing Alex Scriabin which is a little better but not much for me.

I said goodbye again sucking up all that was left of her into the little that was left of me. I said, don't look for me again. fuck it. we are all lost. goodbye, goodbye. — Charles Bukowski, from "Rimbaud be damned," The People Look Like Flowers at Last . (Ecco; First Edition edition March 27, 2007)

Scattered among the houses and fields were skeletons bleached by the sun. Slowly Dermer's crew realized they were sailing along the border of a cemetery two hundred miles long and forty miles deep. Patuxet had been hit with special force. Not a single person remained. Tisquantum's entire social world had vanished.

Like all too many dictators, Cahokia's rulers focused on maintaining their hold over the people, paying little attention to external reality. By 1350 A.D. the city was almost empty. Never again would such a large Indian community exist north of Mexico.

Inman felt like God's most marauded bantling.

Why did you leave me?How could you do that to me?That note you left didn`t explain,didn`t tell me anything,just said you were going and not coming back and not to look for you.Not look for you!How could you think i wouldn`t?Did you really believe I´d let you go like that?You must have known i would go crazy,wondering where you were,what was happening to you...you must have known what you had done to me,vanishing like that. -Domenico Alessandros

Sandy illustrated the depraved mentality of an oligarchic and corporate elite that, as conditions worsen, retreats into self-contained gated communities, guts basic services, and abandons the wider population.

When I was growing up in the 1980s in the Midlands, I felt abandoned and misunderstood. Then I chose drum 'n' bass and graffiti as my subcultures - which didn't really help.

There's been times when I've had heartbreaking moments and I'm like, 'I can't believe you said that,' or 'I can't believe you did that'. And it hurts, it still hurts, and it'll always hurt, but I've never had somebody that I truly cared about just walk out on me, whether it was a boyfriend, or an aunt, mom or dad.

Blacks abandoned morals, fathers, and real belief in God.

More people deserted our party and we have never recovered.

Athenians having made up their minds to abandon their city, broke up their homes, threw themselves into their ships, and became a naval people.

There's a sad feeling in a place people have just walked out of and left behind.

And then, Lance walked out on her right after the holidays, no warning at all, unless you count years of unhappiness as a warning.

I'm leaving everything here. Your records? No. Everything else.

E quando l'emigrazione finisce, quando torni alla casa da cui te n'eri andata, pensi di aver chiuso il cerchio, ma visitando il museo ti rendi conto che il tuo è stato un viaggio di andata, di sola andata. Dall'esilio nessuno ritorna. Quello che hai abbandonato ti abbandona».

But Jude,' she would say, 'you knew me. All those days and years, Jude, you knew me. My ways and my hands and how my stomach folded and how we tried to get Mickey to nurse and how about that time when the landlord said...but you said...and I cried, Jude. You knew me and had listened to the things I said in the night, and heard me in the bathroom and laughed at my raggedy girdle and I laughed too because I knew you too, Jude. So how could you leave me when you knew me?

The children of suicides are hard to please and quick to believe no one loves them because they are not really here.

She parked, and the Cadillac, dark as bruised blood, stayed there for two years.