Quotes About Abandoned Novels & Stories

She lifted her head weakly, her lips trembling from the pain, and spat out the only word she could think of. She tried to say something, then scoffed. “Are you here to mock me because I ended up like this?” I nodded, “Yes.” “You…” I smirked and crouched down so my face was closer to hers. “Funny, isn’t it?” I whispered. “All that scheming, all that plotting. You thought you were untouchable. You thought everyone cared about you. And now look at you. Alone and forgotten. Abandoned by the same people you clung to like a dog.”

My throat constricted, but I pressed on. “I tried to be strong. I wanted to pretend that I could keep them all together. But when they abandoned me there, even Damien abandoned me there, I felt the world hollowing beneath me. And then I thought … I thought if you were gone too, then there would really be nothing left.”

"Why would I want to meet people who abandoned me? Who didn't even care enough to leave a note explaining why they didn't want me?" "They might have had a reason," I said softly, immediately regretting the words. "I mean, sometimes things aren't as simple as they seem..." Lucian's face hardened. "Whatever reason they had, they knew exactly what they were doing when they left a baby alone at an orphanage. No note, no explanation, nothing. Just... abandoned." His voice cracked on the last word. "Can we please leave this conversation?" He ran his hands through his hair, a gesture I was starting to recognize as a sign of distress.

“I am a mess, Asher! I am a fucking loser! People hate me! I know! And it’s all your fault! You think I had it easy? Then let tell you, fucker — abandonment is not freedom!” I growled, breathing heavily. My voice reverberated through the parking lot. I stepped closer to him. “If only you were never born, if only you didn’t exist — father wouldn’t have abandoned me for you! You took away everything that was precious to me! You ruined me! And that’s why I want everything that’s precious to you! One day you’ll be abandoned too, Asher, by the person you want the most!” I raked back my hair, licking my dry lips as I swallowed hard. But my stomach kept getting heavier, as though it was slowly bein

She screamed on top of her lungs, much that the other prisoners in the other ward across hers began to look at her with quizzing eyes. "You know how I hate being abandoned. You know how I hate the feeling. I never agreed to fall in love before because if it. I hated love. My thoughts were always pretty much the same. what if you left me, what if we got separated by death early in life . I'm so used to the feelings of being abandoned, don't fucking tell me that you're doing so. Don't tell me this divorce papers are real. I trust you, please"

"Maria, I didn't tell you to become a vice. You smoke to burn all the bad memories." "How? It's just going to happen and my lungs will still be stained right?" "Am I talking to an eight-year-old girl? This is a metamorphic scenario. As the burning cigarette ends, so should the fear and bad memories you feel. You should forget it, especially you are experiencing form abandonment disorder."' Maria just turned around and was surprised. "Abandon? Wait, you don't know me, how can you say I was abandoned?" "You have the qualities. Just… just smoke there!"

With my nudges and the stories spread among the neighbors, everyone knew Sophie had given birth and run away, never returning for the holidays or anything. Everyone assumed she’d disappeared off the face of the earth, but only I knew that my parents kept in touch with her secretly. Hearing my comment now, Mom’s face twisted with displeasure. Her sharp voice cut across the entire hall. "What nonsense are you talking about? Sophie is perfectly fine!" Instantly, everyone nearby turned to look. Mom’s embarrassment was obvious. I smiled lightly. "So you’re still in touch with her. Why doesn’t she come see her son, Caleb? Sigh. She abandoned her own child. She must not be doing well. Forget it. I

Ava's POV I crouched down, picking up the same card that greeted me every day on the terrace. Today's cringe-worthy quote read: "Have enough courage to trust love one more time." I laughed out loud, shaking my head. "God, you're getting sappier every day," I said, dialing the ingenious person behind this. Coming down the stairs. "Well, I wouldn't have to if you gave me a chance," Abhi answered, his voice carrying that familiar mix of teasing and sincerity. "It's been years, Ava. Even my stash of quotes is running dry."

" She concluded, darting worried glances between Sheila and Lucille. She had an idea of what the young girl would be thinking; that her mother had abandoned her. Lucille's next statement confirmed that. "So, mother..." Lucille called, sarcasm coating the word 'mother'. "Did you abandon me? Perhaps, you thought I wasn't worth your attention, and had dumped me in a dustbin, right? And when life hit you, or perhaps a motivational speaker or a preacher spoke during a conference or at church, you felt guilty and tried finding me. Isn't that so? Lucille capped, citing the general stories that women who had abandoned their babies later told whenever they came back to their senses.

A day without it would make me feel like something was missing. I couldn't understand how I had once loved him so much that I gave up what I loved the most for him. No wonder I had been treated that way. Mr. Holland once said something very wise, "The moment you abandon yourself, you put yourself in a position where others can abandon you at any time. If you don't love yourself, how can you expect anyone else to love you?" Just as I blew on the hot stew, there was an urgent knocking at the door.