Quotes About Neglect

Toda la casa, durante mis incursiones en busca de la caja fuerte, parecía viva. Viva en la dejadez, viva en el abandono. Pero viva.

The traditional homelands of the Taíno extend from the Caribbean islands to southern Florida. My family lineage is from Borikén (Puerto Rico) and I know that the loss of life people on the island suffered from Hurricane Maria was not simply the result of an extreme weather event. The casualties are also the result of the colonial legacy that includes racism and years of neglect.

You never miss the water until the well runs dry.

There are other types of neglect and deprivation. To deny what unfolds inside someone, to forbid the magic that comes unbidden, to impose ignorance in a way that invites danger, to say to a child, 'You must not be what you are.' That is wrong." His voice was gentle but the condemnation was without compassion.

When you borrow trouble against what might be, you neglect the moment you have now to enjoy. The man who worries about what will next be happening to him loses this moment in dread of the next, and poisons the next with pre-judgement.

négliges ma voix comme pets de ton cul

Rick was dying as he watched. Of course, he hadn't bothered going to her graduation, nor had he given her a card or even congratulated her. And he wanted those arms around him, those lips on his cheek. Not that he'd done one thing to deserve it. Jack

Didnt Really Give A Rat's Ass

Didn't Really Give A Rat's Ass

plants and leave the bulbs in the ground, ignore ears of corn, or carelessly drop cabbage

Houses are like people. They have memories, and energy. They wait. They wilt from neglect. They sicken and decay. They haunt, and they are haunted.

Houses are like people. They have memories, and energy. They wait. They wilt from neglect. They sicken and decay. They haunt, and they are haunted. This house was a too big, rambling old place, populated by restless ghosts and bad memories. It seemed to rise out of the trees as we grew closer.

And I'd figured out that no one cared, not really. No one gave a shit about anything but himself. People were addled by their own chatter, their own personal litany of fears and insecurities, self-loathing, and selfish desires. Hardly anyone could hear over that. I was invisible if I wanted to be.

The Willoughby parents frequently forgot that they had children and became quite irritable when they were reminded of it.

a few sagging houses whose stones had lost their mortar and were held together only by gravity and habit

I was fed a little. I was given water. And I was visited by no one.

There were stairs that led down to the basement, too, but nobody ever went down there. There were dead rats living in the basement.

There were dead rats living in the basement.

I suspect that the real attraction was a large library of fine books, which was left to dust and spiders since Uncle March died.

about her in a long conversation with Professor Stumph, the learned geologist. Rose did not care, for one dance proved to her that that branch of Mac's education had been sadly neglected, and she was glad to glide smoothly about with Steve, though he was only an inch or two taller than herself. She had plenty of partners, however, and plenty of chaperons, for all the young men were her most devoted, and all the matrons beamed upon her with

half done, she left her establishment topsy-turvy

There are ways of being abandoned even when your parents are right there.

He craved the love of a father who seemed too remote and too self-absorbed to attend to his boyish needs.

Too many care too little about too much.