#abandon

And then she felt her Ell’s great strong presence beside her, and Saturday slipped his hand in hers. Oh. Oh. They would not abandon her. Of course, they would not. How silly she had been. They were her friends—they had always been. Friends can go odd on you and do things you don’t like, but that doesn’t make them strangers. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#friendship #friendship

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 Tolstoy

#heartbreak #relationships #love

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

#eyes #fathers #loss #love #memories

God draws near to the brokenhearted. He leans toward those who are suffering. He knows what it feels like to be wounded and abandoned. ↗

— John D. Richardson

#broken #brokenhearted #christ #christianity #god

A Wish on the Sun" "I see the world beyond a tiny window that allows a glimpse of Heaven into my life. Those who dwell in that enviable light cannot hear me through the glass that muffles my cries. They do not appear to see my face pressed against this barrier. I watch them live, carefree and smiling. Even when our eyes lock - mine wide and weary - theirs squint beyond notice of me. They can't peer past the glass - the sunlight glaring off its surface. They don't see me. They won't see me. I make a wish on the sun, staring into its fiery brightness, imagining it blinding me to the beauty beyond my reach. Would my hell feel so awful then? The sun, this nearest star, absorbs my deepest wish for the thousandth time. 'Save me! Hold my hand! Pretend to care!' The light is blocked by a figure stepping past my window, and I feel the universe turn its cold shoulder on me. Despair smothers the hope that made my lips move in utterance of a desperate wish. It ebbs and weakens, but it does not die. The flicker of an ember remains, enough to ignite hope again - another time. All storms eventually cease, do they not? Once more, I press my face against the glass to view a glimpse of Heaven lived by the undeserving. I savor the sunlight, the only thing powerful enough to penetrate the window that bars me in hell. The warm rays touch me. I imagine God's fingers caressing my face - and the dying ember of hope suddenly inflames. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#alone #despair #hope #need #richelle

But this was fancy; she was succumbing to fancy in a way she hadn't done before. ↗

— Gregory Maguire

#fancy #fantasy #men

Some tribes of birds will relieve and rear up the young and helpless, of their own and other tribes, when abandoned. ↗

— William Bartram

#birds #helpless #other #own #rear

In spite of our poverty and our economic dependence, we do not have to give in, neither because we are sometimes abandoned nor because of the wish of some nations to impose their economic or political models. ↗

— Omar Bongo

#because #dependence #economic #give #impose

A person is born with feelings of envy and hate. If he gives way to them, they will lead him to violence and crime, and any sense of loyalty and good faith will be abandoned. ↗

— Xun Zi

#any #born #crime #envy #faith

A person is born with desires of the eyes and ears, and a liking for beautiful sights and sounds. If he gives way to them, they will lead him to immorality and lack of restriction, and any ritual principles and propriety will be abandoned. ↗

— Xun Zi

#any #beautiful #born #desires #ears