Quotes About Neglect

I am like a room where things once happened and now nothing does, except the pollen of the weeds that grow up inside the window, blowing in as dust across the floor.

It's my fault. I am forgetting too much.

Have they forgotten that I'm in here? They'll have to bring more food, or at least more water, or else I will starve, I will shrivel, my skin will dry out, all yellow like old linen; I will turn into a skeleton, I will be found months, years, centuries from now on, and they will say Who is this, she must have slipped our mind, Well sweep all those bones and rubbish into the corner, but save the buttons, no sense in having them go to waste, there's no help for it now.

He feels like saying that of course there's lint on Mr. Wiggly, or dust at any rate, or maybe rust; what does she expect, because as she is well aware Mr. Wiggly has been on the shelf for some time.

Grace and Cordelia and Carol hang around the edges of my life, enticing, jeering, growing paler and paler every day, less and less substantial. I hardly hear them any more because I hardly listen.

Lately he's been treating her like white noise, like the rivulet sound on their sleep machine. This would once have hurt her Ã¢â'¬â€œ did hurt her Ã¢â'¬â€œ but now it suits her fine. She

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn

The thing I longed for as a teenager is now an object of neglect and scorn. I've grown to hate my telephone.

I grew up like a neglected weed, ignorant of liberty, having no experience of it. Then I was not happy or contented: every time I saw a white man I was afraid of being carried away.

The slacker does not plow during planting season; at harvest time he looks, and there is nothing.

Onion rings in the car cushions do not improve with time.

Undervaluations caused by neglect or prejudice may persist for an inconveniently long time, and the same applies to inflated prices caused by over-enthusiasm or artificial stimulants.

There's something undeniable about the posture of a person trying not to acknowledge your existance

Funny, that no one had ever asked what had happened to the dishes, the scraps, the crumbs in the photographs, on the poster.

I was suffocating even before we left the house, but no one bothered to ask me how I felt.

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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?

Perhaps both men and women in America may hunger, in our material, outward, active, masculine culture, for the supposedly feminine qualities of heart, mind and spirit—qualities which are actually neither masculine nor feminine, but simply human qualities that have been neglected.

But when they get old we can't be bothered. We say they're going to die soon anyway. Wot's the point in spending time and money on them?

Her lean face, with its well-shaped pale lips, broke into the freshest and most robust smile, as if neglect and pain had never gnawed at her.

You didn't think I was so great anymore," she said. "You started finding fault with all I said; you looked bored when I was talking; you acted like everyone else in the room was more important than I was. You had stopped properly valuing me.

Not invade her privacy! Just sit back and give up on her, as if she were a missing pet or mitten, or dropped penny.

Sometimes it seemed to her that with all her fretting over Denny, she had let her other children slip through her fingers unnoticed. Not that she had neglected them, but she certainly hadn't screwed up her eyes and focused on them the way she had focused on Denny. And yet it was Denny who complained of feeling slighted!

Let the grass die. I let almost all of my indoor plants die from neglect while I was writing the book. There are all kinds of ways to live. You can take your choice. You can keep a tidy house, and when St. Peter asks you what you did with your life, you can say, 'I kept a tidy house, I made my own cheese balls.