Wayne Dyer Quotes

My father walked out on us when I was three months old, and my mum, well, she wasn't the driven sort.

There's never been a parent in my life.

When you are abandoned by two parents as a baby - wow, that is something to live with.

Not everyone can be an orphan.

I had no father. I had no mother after I was 8.

My father, he left the family when I was 13, so mum looked after us.

My dad was an only child. His father raised him all but alone after his mother abandoned the two of them. He was only three years old.

I used to say that my own father was dead, because he might as well have been. He was in Argentina and didn't play a part in my life. He and my mother divorced when I was only two.

My father was out of my life when I was pretty young - when I was 7 years old, he was gone. I didn't see him for the rest of my childhood.

Growing up, we didn't have anything. My mum wasn't well, so I was in three care homes then foster homes before me and my little brother went back to her. I was passed from pillar to post.

My father was gone when I was three years old.

My mother left me for seven years in an orphanage.

I ended up in Broadmeadows orphanage - I don't know how that happened - whether she gave me up for adoption or the church was responsible. Whatever happened, she was a single mum.

My first failure was to be born a child not wanted by his father or mother, as they parted shortly after I was born.

I was raised an orphan... My mother died when I was 2 years old.

Me and my older brother were taken from my mother at the same time so we were pretty tight.

My father took my mother, me, and my brother from Sicily to New York. He got us one-way tickets but booked himself a return flight. He dumped us with my mother's parents, who had just arrived from Italy, and abandoned us. That was 1986. I didn't see or speak to him for another 12 years. That's cruel.

Many feel sorry for a person like David Platt. He was abandoned by his father, his mother wanted to abort him and his stepdad wanted him dead.

When I was 3, my father stopped coming home.

My father went into the armed service and I never saw my mother - I don't know what happened to her.

The little things that made up the fabric of the first six years of my life were suddenly ripped away, and I didn't have anyone around me who loved me. Not one single person.

It is hard work to be good when you are very little and very hungry, and have many sticks to beat you, and no mother's lips to kiss you.

After my father died when I was seven and my mother entered into an abusive relationship, I shuffled between houses - staying with friends, families from church, and relying on the kindness of teachers and people throughout my community to help me grow up essentially without parents.

I didn't know my dad for a long time. My dad was on drugs and my dad was at the VA Hospital, my dad was off in his own world selling drugs or using them or there would be crack heads in the house or whatever it would be.

My mother did what many men do. She left.