orphaned Quotes

“Harry Potter is just a boy, who is orphaned and is living with his unbearable Uncle, Aunt and their son, Dudley. He lives a miserable existence, where he is forced to live in a tiny cupboard under the stairs. However, his life is about to change.”

“The tall, gaunt woman looked more like a rake or a nutcracker than a human being.”

Journey to the River Sea is about orphaned London schoolgirl, Maia, who, accompanied by her strict but kind governess, is sent to live with her ghastly relatives in South America. Unlike her nature-phobic relatives, Maia loves her exotic, colourful new world.

“I’ve got a fifteen year old girl in there, tearing her heart out, because both of her parents, what’s left of them, are in the morgue. She never even had a chance to say goodbye to them.”

“They were orphaned when they were six, and the death of their grandmother is the cause of their moving from a cramped existence in London to the enjoyment of all the pleasures of life in a country house.”

“Orphaned Ivy finds her Christmas wish fulfilled with the help of a lonely couple and a doll named Holly.”

“This is a charming little Christmas story about a six-year-old orphan named Ivy who is searching for her (nonexistent) grandmother, a beautiful little Christmas wish ...”

But all Halinka has is herself, a blanket from her beloved Aunt Lou, and a secret notebook where she holds her sayings.

Just as she is losing hope of ever finding a home, and forgetting all she once loved, Halinka sees something that reminds her that everyone needs some beauty in their lives, like they need air, or food . . . and maybe a friend.

“Ever since the age of five, when her parents had been killed, she had been anxious- understandably- as to what was become of her, and had looked for her fortune in every teacup, and every fireback.”

“A compelling story in which orphaned Remi gets hired out to a traveling street entertainer when his foster parents fall on hard times.”

“Four thousand miles away; a January dusk falling on sodden Northampton fields, January rain failing in sodden Northampton cows. John Spencer, fifteen years old and orphaned just six weeks, locked in stiff mourning clothes, peered through a streaming window but kept a sharp ear cocked to the muffled voices in the next room.”

“Nick’s always putting his foot in it. He’s not been awfully bright since the bomb fell. It killed his parents, and he was dug out of the ruins himself. So can you wonder? Still, we liked him all right. After all, it took guts to come and play on the very spot where it had happened.”