#abandonment

Not belonging is a terrible feeling. It feels awkward and it hurts, as if you were wearing someone else's shoes. ↗

— Phoebe Stone

#existential #loneliness #existentialism

I am not so different in my history of abandonment from anyone else after all. We have all been split away from the earth, each other, ourselves. ↗

— Susan Griffin

#after #am #anyone #away #been

We were kids without fathers, so we found our fathers on wax and on the streets and in history, and in a way, that was a gift. We got to pick and choose the ancestors who would inspire the world we were going to make for ourselves. ↗

— Jay-Z

#ancestry #art #fathers #inspiration #art

I've overcome neglect and deprivation, abandonment and abuse. ↗

— Tatum O'Neal

#abuse #deprivation #i #neglect #overcome

Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air. ↗

— Gail Caldwell

#cancer #death #friendship #grief #loss

She had lost herself in this old work, her personality dissolving into it, so that she had been set free. The immortality of the soul lies in its dissolution; this was the cryptic comment that so frustrated Olivier and which Julien had only ever grasped as evidence for the history of a particular school of thought. He had known all about its history, but Julia knew what it meant. He found the realization strangely reassuring. ↗

— Iain Pears

#freedom #immortality #liberation #meaning #philosophy

Leaving would imply suitcases and empty drawers, and late birthday cards with ten-dollar bills stuffed inside. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#hurt #leaving #life #pain #life

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

Race hate isn't human nature; race hate is the abandonment of human nature. ↗

— Orson Welles

#hate #human #human nature #nature #race

Certainly something had happened to me during the night. Or after months of tension I had arrived at the edge of some precipice and now I was falling, as in a dream slowly, even as I continued to hold the thermometer in my hand, een as I stood with the soles of my slippers on the floor, even as I felt myself solidly contained by the expectant looks of my children. It was the fault of the torture that my husband had inflicted. But enough, I had to tear the pain from memory, I had to sandpaper away the scratches that were damaging my brain. ↗

— Elena Ferrante

#divorce #elena-ferrante #love #pain #the-days-of-abandonment