Quotes About Neglect

Beyond the bordering weeds a fence strangled in limp dilapidation, and from the weeds beside it the handles of a plow stood at a gaunt angle while its shard rusted peacefully in the undergrowth, and other implements rusted half concealed there - skeletons of labor healed over by the earth they were to have violated, kinder than they.

And don't forget to water the fuckin' goldfish.

You don't even care enough about us to hate us, do you?

The Forgotten Man is delving away in patient industry, supporting his family, paying his taxes, casting his vote, supporting the church and the school, reading his newspaper, and cheering for the politician of his admiration, but he is the only one for whom there is no provision in the great scramble and the big divide.

are those who have neglected their duties, and consequently have failed to get their rights. The

Scenes An old house in a run-down neighborhood of a Midwestern city.

Human beings are born into this little span of life of which the best thing is its friendships and intimacies … and yet they leave their friendships and intimacies with no cultivation, to grow as they will by the roadside, expecting them to keep by force of mere inertia.

A haggard man used one of the huts as a home. He lay on a sagging mattress, his head on his pack, surrounded by rubbish - paper, porcelain shards, food remains and unidentifiable debris. His hand was over his eyes. He looked like a failed soldier. Dirt seemed so worked into him that the lines of his face were like writing.

Practice no vice because it's trivial... Neglect no virtue because it's so.

I don't give a fistful of ashes!

The seedy single-room-occupancy hotels and low-rent apartment buildings in that neighborhood were like vending machines filled with victims.

Even if she realized that they didn't want her overhearing their conversation, she didn't seem to care at all.

Der reine Hohn. Niemand kümmert sich um sie. Die sich lange kennen, sind begierig, ihre immer gleichen Gespräche fortzuführen und interessieren sich nur oberflächlich für die Angelegenheiten eines Fremden.

It's hard to say what's in my head. It's been a long time since anyone cared to ask.

I feel myself retreating to someplace deep inside. It is a pitiful kind of childhood, to know that no one loves you or is taking care of you, to always be on the outside looking in.

It is a pitiful kind of childhood, to know that no one loves you or is taking care of you, to always be on the outside looking in.

The effects of parental abandonment, abuse, and neglect can be mitigated if children have access to a relationship with a loving adult such as a teacher, a minister, a neighbor, or a relative who is empathically attuned to the child's feelings.

Books should go where they will be most appreciated, and not sit unread, gathering dust on a forgotten shelf, don't you agree?

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and she felt sorry for the old black Singer sewing machine, which seemed never to have had any fun.

We risk becoming so commonplace to the men we've thrown our lots in with who can't see us anymore, and who pat the sofa when they mean to pat our knee.

Et c'est le malheur des femmes, que les hommes supportent la négligence chez un homme, mais que chez les femmes elle leur fasse horreur.

Përpjekjet për vetëvrasje shihen shpesh, nga stafi i spitalit, me përbuzje e mospërfillje – dështim si në jetë dhe në vdekje dhe si mjete të fatkeqësisë vetjake

A man came up to me the other day and said he hadn't had a bite in weeks. So you know what I did? I walked by him like he didn't even exist.