Plutarch Quotes

Friends fly away when the cask has been drained to the dregs.

Nobody loves you when you're down and out.

It would be very unjust to say that you deserted me, but that I was deserted, and sometimes terribly so, is true.

When I had money, money, O! I knew no joy till I went poor; For many a false man as a friend Came knocking all day at my door.

Loneliness and hunger were my fortunes of creation.

I went to prom with my boyfriend, but after the dance he left me at a party all by myself. It was awful!

If you live for your children, they may be smitten down and leave you desolate, or, what is far worse, they may desert you and leave you worse than childless in a cold and unfeeling world.

Of my friends I am the only one left.

Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!

Up to nineteen seventy six when I quit gymnastics I was very, disappointed because I didn't have anything which is, live with. I didn't have a friend so I didn't have a coach anymore.

I felt alone out there, like I was on a desert island. I felt like Gilligan.

I always think of the word 'abandonment' when I think of the character.

Poor, desperate creature; he wants an audience … the people won’t turn out to hear him.

You found out who your real friends were. Once you don’t have that perceived power and influence, you’re not necessarily any use any more. The phone doesn’t ring as much.

There were times when close people… Some of my closest friends have left me. People hurt me, so everything fell apart. I didn't feel like I had anyone on my side or anyone who could understand me. So that's why I completely fell apart.

The thing about Lucifer is that by the end of the first season, his world is falling apart a bit. Anyone that he could call an ally or trust, he now can't, and that leaves him in a place that he's never been before.

A lot of friends have given up on me.

There are times you break up with a loved one, a friend, or whatever. You feel alone. It's a very easy feeling to understand - the feeling of loss, heartache, and pain.

There is nothing lonelier than a cat who has been loved, at least for a while, and then abandoned on the side of the road.

For a long time now my heart has had its shutters closed, its steps deserted, formerly a tumultuous hotel, but now empty and echoing like a great empty tomb.

I thought I had friends but in the end n*iggaz dies lonely.

The good Watson had at that time deserted me for a wife, the only selfish action I can recall in our association. I was alone.

No money, no family, 16 in the middle of Miami.

If I had someone buttering me up, maybe I'd have worked out. You don't even know where I came from. Nobody wants to come out here.

The man abandoned by his friends, one after another, without just cause, will acquire, the reputation of being hard to please, changeable, ungrateful, unsociable.