Quotes About Neglect

In a country that values the ballroom dancing talents of washed-up actors, writers were less than afterthoughts.

A world-class violinist was once asked how she came to master her instrument. "Planned neglect," she responded. When she began violin, she explained, other necessary work came before practicing violin. It wasn't until she decided to neglect everything else each day until after violin practice that she started becoming a virtuoso.

Sorry about the mess," Collingsworth said apologetically. "Sia left it shipshape last fall, but you know how it is. One turns one's back, and entropy takes over.

What if you had once seen hell open, and all the damned there in their easeless torments, and had heard them crying out of their slothfulness in the day of their visitation, and wishing that they had but another life to live, and that God would but try them once again; one crying out of this neglect of duty, and another of his loitering and trifling, when he should have been labouring for his life; what manner of person would you have been after such a sight as this ? (284)

Beware lest, while you proclaim to the world the necessity of a Savior, your own hearts should neglect him, and you should miss an interest in him and his saving benefits. Take heed to yourselves, lest you perish, while you call upon others to take heed of perishing; and lest you famish yourselves while you prepare food for them. Though there

remember, you cannot decline and neglect your duty, to your own hurt alone; many will be losers by it as well as you.

Describe what is meant by "forgetting.

There is nothing on earth so easy as to forget, if a person chooses to set about it. I'm sure I have as much forgot your poor, dear uncle, as if he had never existed; and I thought it my duty to do so.

Like a good harbor, the child therapist offers the besiegedc child physical shelter, tolerance of her defensive preoccupation, and a rare opportunity to let down her guard and rest. Just as a sinking hull must be righted and secured before more lasting repairs can be made, therapy can help a child enduringly heal only after she has been spared further abuse and neglect.

Instead, he was perfectly willing to cut them out even if it meant spiting himself—just as he had defaced his mandolin by gouging out the "Gibson" inlay, just as he had neglected to record Peter Rowan's lead singing.

He knew he should burn up the paper plates and utensils too, and dust the furniture and wash out the sinks and the bathtub and toilet, and change the sheets and pillowcase on his bed; but he didn't feel like it. For he was a man and he was alone and these things had no importance to him.

One of the odd things about middle age, he concluded, was the strange decisions a man discovers he's made by not really making them, like allowing friends to drift away through simple neglect.

Why should he care about the world? The world didn't give a damn about him.

I felt her story in every line: her struggle as the neglected child of a famous movie star; her mixed feelings about discovering she was a daughter of Aphrodite; most hurtful of all, her realization that the supposed love of her life, Jason Grace, was not someone she wanted to be with romantically.

but I felt as if I'd just been Photoshopped out of my own book cover. And if there was one thing I wasn't used to, it was being ignored

He thought it very discouraging that his wife, who was the sole object of his existence, evinced so little interest in things which concerned him, and valued so little his conversation.

He reproached his wife with her inattention, her habitual neglect of the children. If it was not a mother's place to look after children, whose on earth was it? He himself had his hands full with his brokerage business.

Mostly, he looked like a big piece of old brown carpet that had been left out in the rain.

I thought sooner or later someone would start saying it had gone too far, but it just kept on, and no one said anything. I

Oh, for God's sake. Save your piss. Don't save your piss. It's all the same to me.

The interior looked like I expected. Two rooms--a main one and a tiny bedroom. Dusty stuffed fish and moth-eaten elk heads on bare walls. A wood plank floor that seemed as if it hadn't been swept in years. Cobwebs decorating the ceiling. Furniture that would have been rejected by Goodwill. Mouse droppings everywhere. A few dark furry bat forms hung from the upper eaves. In the city, the place would have been condemned as a public health hazard. Here, it was just a typical hunting shack.

cardboard cutout of a husband, a man who cared for her not at all?

tickets and lifts begged on carts, but Grigori was mesmerized by her face as she talked. Once again Lev listened with rapt attention, making amusing comments, asking the occasional question. Soon, Grigori noticed, Katerina had turned in her seat and was talking exclusively to Lev. Almost, Grigori thought, as if I was not even here.

He had come to life for maybe a minute to try to tell us something, something none of us cared to listen to or tried to understand, and the effort had drained him dry.