Quotes About Neglect

And therefore, a Man who should neglect to render himself capable of such an employment, and yet pretend to it, ought to be severely punished.

Mold started to grow in my ears because no one ever spoke to me

Like untuned golden strings all women are,Which long time lie untouched, will harshly jar.Vessels of brass oft handled brightly shine.

He pushed through the bushes. In a little hollow were three small puppies, whining faintly. They were cold and draggled with mud. Someone had left them there, evidently, to perish. They were huddled close together; their eyes, a cloudy unspeculative blue, were only just opened. "This is gruesome," said Gissing, pretending to be shocked.

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

I was isolated but not ostracized, ignored but not abused.

When you are the woman upstairs, nobody thinks of you first. Nobody calls you before anyone else, or sends you the first postcard. Once your mother dies, nobody loves you "best of all." It's a small thing, you might think, and maybe it depends on your temperament, maybe for some people it's a small thing, but for me […]

I let it boil and it's got scum on it," Carol said annoyedly. "I'm sorry." But Therese loved it, because she knew this was exactly what Carol would always do, be thinking of something else and let the milk boil.

She was supersonic in life. Nobody noticed that with her existence she was breaking the sound barrier. For other people she didn't exist.

I'd rather any kind of business on the ground floor than the utter lack of respect for pedestrians with which buildings are put up in this city today. . . . Nobody cares any more about pedestrian identity.

The Germans have a word for it: Todgeschweigen. Killed by not being mentioned.

Hippocleides doesn't care.

If you come into a room and say, this is what we're not talking about, it follows that you're talking about nothing else.

Own profit be made and let public go to hell. In a city of deaf and dumb, who listens to whom (Apna kam banta bhad me jaye janta. Gunge behro ki nagri me kaun kisi ki sunta )

Once, there was a girl who vowed she would save everyone in the world, but forgot herself.

It's just that you go so crazy being alone like that. Sometimes he'd forget my water or food and I'd cry and cry and cry." She stops talking and looks out the window. "I would try to tell myself stories to pass the time. Fairy tales. Parts of books. But they got used up.

I throw away stacks of newspaper and catalogs, bills that probably went unpaid for years, plastic bags of hangers and wires, and the hockey stick.

Cardan was left to be suckled by a little black cat whose kittens came stillborn.' 'He survived on cat milk?' I exclaim. ... I think again of the globe I held in Eldred's study, of Cardan dressed in rags, looking to the woman in my chamber for approval, which came only when he was awful. An abandoned prince, weaned on cat milk and cruelty, left to roam the palace like a little ghost.

In all the commotion, no one remembered the Glock.

Bad herdsmen ruin their flocks.

That would be the worst. To be ignored. To not be seen.

You put up with little things … and then the little things gradually get bigger.

Most historians agree that the decline of the Great Library of Alexandria was due to what endangers libraries of the present day--general indifference and bureaucratic neglect.

Don't want to reach for me, do you? I mean nothing to you, the little things give you away