Quotes About Neglect

Classics are books that everybody talks about, and nobody reads.

Who cares?' said Judy, who didn't care.

I got up and went into the library to see how much I owed them. The librarian said $32 even and you've owed it for eighteen years. I didn't deny anything. Because I don't understand how time passes. I have had those books. I have often thought of them. The library is only two blocks away.

They become so obsessed with their supply that they ignore their friends, their jobs, the needs of their children, and their own health. Addicts are blind to everything but their own needs.

All that it took to destroy something, here, was to fail to keep track of it.

Anakin: "Hi Tahiri." Tahiri: "Hi, yourself, great hero-from-the-stars who's too good to keep in touch with his best friend." Anakin: "I've—" Tahiri: "Been busy. Right." ?Anakin Solo and Tahiri Veila

Consciously or unconsciously, teachers tend to focus their attention on learners who seem to be doing well. That extra attention increases the odds that they will, while the corresponding neglect of other learners leaves them further and further behind

like a spinster aunt left out at a family reunion. From 'Or She Dies'.

I'd tell my mother to, you know, go you-know-what herself and I would go help those children. They're in an orphanage and they've got family! That's sickening. What does John do? Nothing. His kids are in an orphanage... and he does nothing. ~ Michelle Jarvis

He is my fate. He's my soul mate. He pervades my whole existence. So, of course, I often ignore him.

the numerous ways in which you can destroy love. You can fritter it away, through flirting and affairs. You can fail to pay it attention and watch it wither. You can poison it with arguments and bad blood. You can give up on it without even realising, preoccupied in your own corner. You can let it slip through your fingers as you scan the horizon, believing that there is someone, something better elsewhere.

La mayoría de los suicidas morían desaliñados y sucios, con costras de mugre en la espalda, los dientes cariados al extremo de la podredumbre, las uñas largas y sucias, hongos en la piel, lagañosos. La muerte arribaba a ellos mucho antes de colgarse de los barrotes o de rebanarse la carótida con un trozo de azulejo.

My garden is a place of commitment and neglect, of arrogance and humility. It is a place of taking stock and of deep silence—a place of contemplation. And so for me over time it has become a place of grace.

It never occurred to her that if the drainpipes of a house are clogged, the rain may collect in pools on the roof; and she suspected no danger until suddenly she discovered a crack in the wall.

The fountains are dusty in the Graveyard of Dreams; The hinges are rusty, they swing with tiny screams.

When a lonely, penniless old woman dies people don't rush up to you in the street to tell you.

I suppose I could understand, that it's sad to forget. But it is a lonely thing, to be forgotten.

A wrong person is not always wrong because of their wrong actions, often they are wrong because of no actions.

Sometimes the indifference's and neglect will often do much more damage than it ever has.

No one wanted him; he was outcast from life's feast.

O, you poor fellow! Out there in the rain all that time! I forgot that.

A brother is as easily forgotten as an umbrella.

A field of stiff weeds and thistles and tufted nettle-bunches. Thick among the tufts of rank stiff growth lay battered canisters and clots and coils of solid excrement. A faint marshlight struggling upwards from all the ordure through the bristling grey-green weeds. An evil smell, faint and foul as the light, curled upwards sluggishly out of the canisters and from the stale crusted dung.

If you grow up in an alcoholic home, you learn a lesson that never leaves you: The need to satisfy the addiction comes first; everything else is secondary. Daily betrayal becomes a way of life. We