Wherever you will go,
I will let you down,
But this lullaby goes on.
Tags: love abandonment lullaby song
I was eleven when my father left, so neither of us really knew our fathers. I’d met mine of course, but then I only knew my dad as a child knows a parent, as a sort of crude outline filled in with one or two colors. I’d never seen my father scared or cry. I’d never heard him admit to any wrongdoing. I have no idea what he dreamed of. And once I’d seen a smile pinned to one cheek and darkness to the other when my mum had yelled at him. Now he was gone, and I was left with just an impression—one of male warmth, big arms, and loud laughter.
Lloyd JonesTags: abandonment fathers
You left me."
Not realizing until I've said my final good-bye and closed the door behind me, that he's not referring to the past.
He's prophesying our future.
Tags: abandonment prophecy the-immortals
Now, now." He smiles, "Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Damen's right where you left him. Though I must say I can't believe that you left him. I underestimated you. I had no idea. Though I can't help but wonder how Damen would feel if he knew. I bet he underestimated you too.
Alyson NoelTags: abandonment the-immortals damen ever
Why Brownlee left, and where he went,
Is a mystery even now.
For if a man should have been content
It was him; two acres of barley,
One of potatoes, four bullocks,
A milker, a slated farmhouse.
He was last seen going out to plough
On a March morning, bright and early.
By noon Brownlee was famous;
They had found all abandoned, with
The last rig unbroken, his pair of black
Horses, like man and wife,
Shifting their weight from foot to
Foot, and gazing into the future.
Tags: abandonment farming
Go oft to the house of thy friend, for weeds choke the unused path.
Ralph Waldo EmersonTags: friends loneliness abandonment visiting
We walked to meet each other up at the time of our love and then we have been irresistibly drifting in different directions, and there's no altering that.
Leo TolstoyTags: relationships abandonment heartbreak
I flopped on the overstuffed kitchen couch and watched him go. I wondered what would happen to all his films and photographs in the upstairs closet - the documentaries on homelessness and drug addiction, the funny short subjects, the half-finished romantic comedy, the boxes of slice-of-life photographs that spoke volumes about the human condition. I wondered how you stop caring about what you've ached over, sweated over. (Thwonk)
Joan BauerTags: family work priorities abandonment choices
...I will exile my thoughts if they think of you again, and I will rip my lips out if they say your name once more. Now if you do exist, I will tell you my final word in life or in death, I tell you goodbye.
Knut HamsunTags: abandonment frustration torment
Probably everything in my life comes back to a feeling of abandonment, and this city never abandons you.
Ann DouglasTags: abandonment new-york new-york-city nyc
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