Quotes About Neglect

It was unclean to clean; it was unclean even to notice. It was the business of the sweepers to remove excrement, and until the sweepers came, people were content to live in the midst of their own excrement.

At rapidly growing companies, the team is often so busy chasing new opportunities that the existing clients feel ignored. If companies were able to hold on to the customers they now lose from neglect, it would fuel at least half of their growth.

When a man is out of sight, it is not too long before he is out of mind.

With a tiny bit of effort, the nettle would be useful; if you neglect it, it becomes a pest. So then we kill it. How many men are like nettles... My friends, there is no such thing as a weed and no such thing as a bad man. There are only bad cultivators.

With the exercise of a little care, the nettle could be made useful; it is neglected and it becomes hurtful. It is exterminated. How many men resemble the nettle! He added with a pause: Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.

All their teeth are yellow. No tooth-brush ever entered that convent. Brushing one's teeth is at the top of a ladder at whose bottom is the loss of one's soul.

With the exercise of a little care, the nettle could be made useful; it is neglected and it becomes hurtful. It is exterminated. How many men resemble the nettle! He added, after a pause: Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.

But logic ignores the more-or-less as absolutely as the sun ignores the candlelight.

History neglects nearly all these particulars, and cannot do otherwise; the infinity would overwhelm it. Nevertheless, these details, which are wrongly called trivial,—there are no trivial facts in humanity, nor little leaves in vegetation,—are useful.

To such an extent was this disease that for those who know that Quasimodo has existed, Notre-Dame is to-day deserted, inanimate, dead. One feels that something has disappeared from it. That immense body is empty; it is a skeleton; the spirit has quitted it, one sees its place and that is all. It is like a skull which still has holes for the eyes, but no longer sight.

This is what floats up confusedly, pell-mell, for the year 1817, and is now forgotten. History neglects nearly all these particulars, and cannot do otherwise; the infinity would overwhelm it.

Words were like pennies, fallen into corners and down the cracks, not worth the effort of collecting.

I guess our government believes children can raise themselves.

Oh well, whatever, nevermind.

But if it's true, I hope that's gutted you every day since. I hope your life's a misery knowing that when Kelsey needed you most, you were fucking a twenty-two-year-old and too busy to go look for her.

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn about anyone else

It is weakness which makes us hate an enemy and seek revenge, and it is idleness that pacifies us and causes us to neglect it.

The same principle leads us to neglect a man of merit that induces us to admire a fool.

It is better to expose ourselves to ingratitude than to neglect our duty to the distressed.

Remember: The spirit grows sluggish when you neglect the passions.

The spirit grows sluggish when you neglect the passions.

Hospital: warehouse of the used and the superfluous, the half-here and the half-there.

You left me. You made a pet out of me, and then you left me. If love were food, I would have starved on the bones you gave me.

She was completely alone in the world. There was no one at all for her. No one in the world who cared whether she lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to overwhelm her and plunge her down into a bottomless darkness from which there would be no return. If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?