{"quotes":[{"text":"Abandoning civil society will leave the enemy in control, not by victory but by default.","author":"Mike Klepper","tags":["abandonment","civil-society","neglect","victory"],"id":409,"author_id":"Mike+Klepper"},{"text":"A generous heart is always open, always ready to receive our going and coming. In the midst of such love we need never fear abandonment. This is the most precious gift true love offers - the experience of knowing we always belong.","author":"bell hooks","tags":["abandonment","belonging","fear","generousity","gift","heart","love","true-love"],"id":4630,"author_id":"bell+hooks"},{"text":"Now, we all have stories of how we got here, and prob-probably some of you feel angry who whoever it is who's left you here. But you must try and remember that they were like that because that's how they were taught to be. You m-must try to forgive them. Baby cuckoos can't unlearn their bad habits. But we should try to, and because what you learn as a ch-child you will pass on to people around you, from now on this house is going to be a house of happiness. From this evening on every single one of us is going to consider other people's feelings.","author":"Georgia Byng","tags":["abandonment","behavior","breaking-cycles","changing-habits","emotions","feelings","forgiveness","grace"],"id":8145,"author_id":"Georgia+Byng"},{"text":"Recently abandoned women can be complicated.","author":"Elizabeth Kostova","tags":["abandonment","complicated","women"],"id":10377,"author_id":"Elizabeth+Kostova"},{"text":"Things becomes invisible at the very moment I refuse to grant them importance. And while I am utterly ashamed to admit it, many of the most important things in my life are invisible.","author":"Craig D. Lounsbrough","tags":["abandon","abandonment","ashamed","deny","diminish","foolish","foolishness","ignorance","ignore","importance","invisible","reject","stupid","stupidity","valuable","value","wisdom","wise"],"id":14403,"author_id":"Craig+D.+Lounsbrough"},{"text":"Turn it beautiful. His words came faintly at first, but they came again and again, always softly, always with the insistence of an elder commanding wisdom. Turn it all to beauty. She walked to the rail. When she turned and sat upon it, she heard a sailor in the crowd murmur that she might play them a tune. She hoped he was right. She needed the voices to be wrong. Fin raised the instrument to the cleft of her neck and closed her eyes. She emptied her mind and let herself be carried back to her earliest memory, the first pain she ever knew: the knowledge that her parents didn’t want her. The despair of rejection coursed through her. It fathered a knot of questions that bound her, enveloped her. Waves of uncertainty and frailty shook her to the bones. Her body quivered with anger and hopelessness. She reeled on the edge of a precipice. She wanted to scream or to throw her fists but she held it inside; she struggled to control it. She fought to subjugate her pain, but it grew. It welled up; it filled her mind. When she could hold it no more, exhausted by defiance and wearied by years of pretending not to care, Bartimaeus’s words surrounded her. Got to turn it beautiful. She dropped her defenses. She let weakness fill her. She accepted it. And the abyss yawned. She tottered over the edge and fell. The forces at war within her raced down her arms and set something extraordinary in motion; they became melody and harmony: rapturous, golden. Her fingers coaxed the long-silent fiddle to life. They danced across the strings without hesitation, molding beauty out of the miraculous combination of wood, vibration, and emotion. The music was so bright she felt she could see it. The poisonous voices were outsung. Notes raged out of her in a torrent. She had such music within her that her bones ached with it, the air around her trembled with it, her veins bled it. The men around fell still and silent. Some slipped to the deck and sat enraptured like children before a travelling bard.","author":"A.S. Peterson","tags":["abandonment","beauty","depression","despair","fiddle","music","orphan","pain","redemption","suffering"],"id":18365,"author_id":"A.S.+Peterson"},{"text":"Last night, I realized that it is possible for love to die in an instant. It felt sickening to lie with you in the same bed and have your arms wrapped tightly around me. It no longer felt right.","author":"Christine Celis","tags":["abandonment","hurt","love","sadness"],"id":18800,"author_id":"Christine+Celis"},{"text":"Maybe once you've been left by the most important person in your life, you can never be unleft again. Maybe you're destined to be abandoned even by your own guts, maybe your foot walks off with your thighbone, why not, stranger things have happened.","author":"Amy Gentry","tags":["abandonment","heartbreak","left","unleft"],"id":20255,"author_id":"Amy+Gentry"},{"text":"Kavita’s arms are still outstretched, but they hold nothing. After the metal gate clangs shut behind them, Kavita can still hear Usha’s piercing wail echoing inside.","author":"Shilpi Somaya Gowda","tags":["abandonment","longing","loss"],"id":23618,"author_id":"Shilpi+Somaya+Gowda"},{"text":"I've spoken of the patient Peter who was obsessively forced to make conquests with women, to seduce and then to abandon them, until he was at last able to experience how he himself had repeatedly been abandoned by his mother.","author":"Alice Miller","tags":["abandonment","mother","seduce","women"],"id":28163,"author_id":"Alice+Miller"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":98,"pages":10,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}