Quotes About Neglect

A coat that is not used, the moths eat; and a Christian who is hung up so that he shall not be tempted-the moths eat him; and they have poor food at that.

There was nowhere to sit except the bunk, which was covered with rotting food, and a wooden stool, upon which sat a large fur-covered lump—an old cheese, perhaps, or a dead cat.

Nothing hurts more than the friendly letter that one never got around to writing.

To the people I forgot, you weren't on my mind for some reason and you probably don't deserve any thanks anyway.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.

I didn't forget your breakfast. I didn't bring your breakfast. Because you didn't eat your din-din.

Freedom bestows on us the priceless gift of opportunity - if we neglect our opportunities we shall certainly lose our freedom

I call you a Monday because nobody likes you.

You know what the aristocracy is like. They turn their children over to the care of nurses and governesses from the day they are born and have little to do with them after that.

Oh, stow your whids, you dreary watering-pot

Not returning phone calls is the severest form of torture in the civilized world.

People who were abused as children tend to get angry and strike out at the world. People who were neglected tend to feel defeated and withdraw from the world. People who were not given guidance tend to lack confidence and self-reliance. Each pathway leads to different forms of self-defeat.

Fail #3: Ignoring

People who were ignored tend to be fearful, withdrawn, or hopeless—or become martyrs, because they're accustomed to not receiving help when they ask for it.

According to Spitzer, social junk refers to those whom the state sees as beaten so far down, so nearly destroyed, that they just need to be moved aside. In the U.S., these include the mentally ill, drug addicts, lonely and frayed drifters, alcoholics, and cast-off impoverished elders.

Just because you never look at me doesn't mean I'm not here.

A soiled baby with a neglected nose cannot be conscientiously regarded as a thing of beauty.

In Moscow they do not pay much attention to the living but keep their cemeteries in a splendid state.

He treats me like the dirt under my feet.

I never hear about dear Mike. I wrote Ellen Greene and asked about him and she replyed and never mentioned Mike but told me all about her roomatism. As if I cared about her roomatism.

Alas! Charles made the promise glibly, and forgot all about it.

I'm so careless that now i don't even care if i cared for you.

Can one make the future a substitute for the present? And what guarantee have we that the future will be any better if we neglect the present?

Society just doesn't care about young people anymore, even if we are the future.