Quotes About Lost

I wish I could have known you.

Peace did not serve order; order served peace, and when order became godlike, sacrosanct and inviolate, then the peace thus won became a prison, and those who sought their freedom became enemies to order, and in the elimination of such enemies, peace was lost.

I feel a lot of confidence from that memory, playing final first time in Grand Slam. But also I always think that I could play a little better in a final. I lost straight sets. I didn't do well.

But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again, In babyhood.

The government is just too big, and we have to make it smaller; people are getting lost.

I now know my right from my left and my up from my down. Unluckily, my terrible sense of direction remains. For me, to live in New York City is to never be able to meet someone on the northeast corner. It is to never ever make a smooth entrance, always to get caught looking lost on the street.

The world is a very noisy place and so I don't need to shout about things. There are so many people shouting and a lot of people get lost in it.

So many people got caught up in the excitement and the promise of the Internet that they kind of lost sight of their senses.

It's difficult when so many people are talking about this pressure of being a celebrity sibling, and you somewhere get lost and don't know how to deal with it.

They were, of course, hopelessly lost.

And now, if we try to assign a value, in and of itself, outside its relations to the dream and with error, to classical unreason, we must understand it not as reason diseased, or as reason lost or alienated, but quite simply as reason dazzled.

With humanity, life has ended up with a living creature that never quite finds itself in the right place, a living creature destined to wander and endlessly make mistakes.

There *is* no mortal sin. There are only *souls*, lost in a maze that someone *else* has made for them.

Grampa Trouble always said the only fair fight was the one you lost.

The poet had wasted his night while others had spent it enjoying themselves and now he realised that it was lost forever. He only had to lift his head up from the lamp and look at the sky to see that the night had gone beyond return. Waiters were hurriedly jerking the cloths off the tables. The cats pacing the verandah had a morning look about them. Day broke inexorably over the poet.

The toads bellowed mournfully, and the twilight was enrobing the professor. Here it was… the night. Moscow… white lamps turning on somewhere outside… Lost and miserable, Pankrat stood fearfully at attention, arms at his sides…

He suddenly recalled the famous myth from Plato's Symposium: People were hermaphrodites until God split them in two, and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another. Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.

She was amazed at the number of years she had spent pursuing one lost moment.

Sabina was now by herself. She went back to the mirror, still in her underwear. She put the bowler hat back on her head and had a long look at herself. She was amazed at the number of years she had spent pursuing one lost moment.

The day was lit with the beauty of the land forsaken, the night by the horror of returning to it. The day would show her the paradise she had lost; the night, the hell she had fled.

La bellezza è un mondo tradito. La possiamo incontrare solo quando i persecutori l'hanno dimenticata per errore da qualche parte.

Dragostea e n?zuin?a reg?sirii propriei noastre jum?t??i pierdute.

It is lost, lovely child, somewhere in the ragbag that I laughingly refer to as my memory.

You have touched my heart in so many ways with your gentle tenderness, I am lost forever in your love.