Quotes About Lost

...I've returned and I look around me and think, I've missed my life. While I was off and alone, it went on here, without me, and I'm forever doomed to be a stranger in my own home.

The Glory of God is lost if the boundary is crossed

We live in a world where words are as meaningless as a snowflake in a blizzard

How can I be lost, if I've got nowhere to go?

Life it seems will fade away/ Drifting further every day/ Getting lost within myself/ Nothing matters, no one else/

Hvad udad tabes, skal indad vindes. (What was lost without will be found within.)

She had long since lost the sense of her dresses and skirts and blouses; they were rote phrases of rayon and cotton that she daily intoned.

A few other couples joined us on the dance floor and we lost ourselves among them. I'd never been able to figure out exactly what was involved in slow dancing, so I contented myself, as I had since high school, with gripping my partner to me, letting out awkward breaths against her ear, and tipping from foot to foot like someone waiting for a bus. I could feel the sweat cooling on her forearms and smell a trace of apples in her hair.

War confused civilians every bit as surely as it did the armies who got lost in its fogs.

bits might be mended without a seam, that what had vanished might reappear, that a scattered handful of doves or dust might be reunited by a word, that a paper rose consumed by fire could be made to bloom from a pile of ash. But everyone knew that it was only an illusion. The true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of the things it contained to vanish, to become so thoroughly lost, that they might never have existed

Joe had run away, escaped without a trace, and come here to hide. But now he was ready to come home. The problem was that he didn't know how to do it.

The magician seemed to promise that something torn to bits might be mended without a seam, that what had vanished might reappear, that a scattered handful of doves or dust might be reunited by a word, that a paper rose consumed by fire could be made to bloom from a pile of ash. But everyone knew that it was only an illusion. The true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of the things it contained to vanish, to become so thoroughly lost, that they might never have existed

But what if he's lost?" my grandmother said for the thousandth or millionth time. "He isn't lost," Uncle Ray said, issuing the finding that ultimately prevailed in the family Talmud. "He knows where he is.

I was sent an advanced proof of "The Last Bookseller" — due out in November — and highly recommend it, partly for Goodman's portrait of a lost world, but also for its colorful dramatis personae. Goodman once knew a book scout — the biblio-equivalent of an antiques picker — who "was so far off the grid he lived in the woods under a tarp. Michael Dirda, Washington Post

Without memory how will you ever find your way back to where you came from?

Come voi avete occhi per vedere la luce, e orecchie per sentire i suoni, così avete un cuore per percepire il tempo. E tutto il tempo che il cuore non percepisce è perduto, come i colori dell'arcobaleno per un cieco o il canto dell'usignolo per un sordo.

Al igual que tenéis ojos para ver la luz y oídos para escuchar los sonidos, también tenéis un corazón para percibir el tiempo. Y todo el tiempo que no se percibe con el corazón está tan perdido como los colores del arco iris para un ciego o el canto de un pájaro para un sordo. Pero, por desgracia, existen corazones ciegos y sordos que no perciben nada, aunque tengan latido.

Todo el tiempo que no se percibe con el corazón está tan perdido como los olores del arco iris para un ciego o el canto de un pájaro para un sordo. Pero, por desgracia, hay corazones ciegos y sordos que no perciben nada, a pesar de latir.

Denn so, wie ihr Augen habt, um das Licht zu sehen, und Ohren, um Klänge zu hören, so habt ihr ein Herz, um damit die Zeit wahrzunehmen. Und alle Zeit, die nicht mit dem Herzen wahrgenommen wird, ist so verloren wie die Farben des Regenbogens für einen Blinden oder das Lied eines Vogels für einen Tauben.

The greatest trick the CDC ever pulled was convincing the world containment wasn't possible," she said. "Our dignity was lost in not even trying to contain it.

It is the aimless who find the wrong roads, and drive down them, simply because they have nowhere else to go.

they are a most depressed and depressing group, for they are all, you see, exiles or refugees or travelers between the worlds who lost their way and never found it again. No-one lives in Ameeron by choice." "A veritable City of the Damned." "As the poet might remark, aye." Rackhir offered Elric a sardonic wink. "But I sometimes think all cities are that.

I have wasted a lot of time living.

the lost sequence in a life, they say, is the thing we always search out