...in addition to feeling sick and tired and feverish and nauseated, I also felt forgotten. And there was no easy cure for that.

— Sarah Thebarge

...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses...lie abandoned by you...

— John Geddes

In the way that you need to clear the way to make a road, those who betray and abandon you expose things you need to remove from your life. They reveal the mistakes you made in trusting them and how you can avoid them in the future, and move on.

— Innocent Mwatsikesimbe

I remember his eyes. They are just like mine. Every time I look in the mirror I see him. I try not to look at my self too much.

— Ida Løkås

I see the insipid flesh blossoming and palpitating with abandon.

— Jean-Paul Sartre

I shall not be defined by what I have suffered but how I have endured them.

— Donna Lynn Hope

I think there were times when I was so afraid of losing you that I forgot I even had you at all.

— Ashly Lorenzana

It must be difficult to be a mother,” she continued thoughtfully. “To create and nurture and raise a tiny person, to invest all of your heart in it, only to have them grow up and not need you anymore. It must hurt to feel that kind of abandonment. To be forced to let go because of time and nature and the well-being of… both the child and the mother, I suppose?

— Eda J. Vor

It seemed that the pain of their physical illness at times was less than the misery of their poverty ridden existence, the unending wait in the queues and the feeling of hopelessness and abandonment by your own system was enough to rob them of their will power to fight any disease.

— Madhu Vajpayee

It’s strange how what drives us may abandon us midstream, how what tickles our ears with lies one moment may tell us truths that knock us on our emotional ass the next. After all, it is an unbelievably real world, with Darwin scribbling his thoughts into books and telling us what monkeys we are. Each of us explores possibility, hungry for sustaining adoration, yet we know enough to render ourselves helpless. We strive and strain, bellow and believe, we learn, and everything we learn tells us the same thing: life is one great meaningful experience in a meaningless world. Brilliance has many parts, yet each part is incomplete. We live, heal and attempt to piece together a picture worth the price of our very lives. The picture I saw presented demonic executioners, who crippled those daring to look and consumed souls without defense. They’re everywhere. Some are people we know. Others are the great fears and addictions of our lives.

— Christopher Hawke