Quotes About Lost

We rejected civilization, but so too we rejected anarchy for its petty belligerence and the weakness of thought it announced. By these decisions, we made ourselves lost and bereft of purpose

After the war I was going to make up for lost time. But the time I spent away, it's still lost. No matter what I do, it stays lost.

Literalism is like giving a child a calculus book as a step stool to reach a washbasin. In so doing, much is lost that lies with the proper use of the book. Certainly children need step stools, but that particular use misses the true potential the book has to offer.

She ran her hands over her body as if to bid it good-bye. The hipbones rising from a shrunken stomach were razor-sharp. Would they be lost in a sea of fat? She counted her ribs bone by bone. Where would they go?

The dead have the easy road: they know the way, because that decision has already been made for them. Only the living are lost.

You look for lost property, not just people?

I'm living on a one-way, dead-end street. I don't know how I got there.

My roommate got a pet elephant. Then it got lost. It's in the apartment somewhere.

I just got lost in thought. It was unfamiliar territory.

I bought a house on a one-way dead-end road. I don't know how I got there.

I just lost a buttonhole.

He was like a spirit cut free from reality. He was adrift, helpless, insubstantial.

Ays is my lost soul, he though, my lost soul wandering.

They giggled at my inquiries, shaking their heads, grabbing hold of my hands and whirling me 'round in their midst. My voice simply blew away from me.

He could feel the mounting power around him, familiar yet so alien. He could hear the sound of Othman's feet padding round him on the stone floor, which sounded more like the clopping of hooves. If he surrendered himself, he would be lost, yet the urge to surrender was great

I'm afraid we have mislaid our esteemed leader.

She walks in the great hall searching for the wedding feast that faded away like a dream. She is looking for herself as she was.

Are you reaching out through time, lost Tayven, to reach me?

To the young among his admirers, he was the fresh face of an emerging, better world; to the old, a balm for the pain of lost youth and the bitterness of mortality—a bright spot in a dreary world still pulling itself up out of the gray muck of war.

because none has survived. In those days the best stone

On reflecting at dinner that he had done nothing to help anybody all day, he uttered these memorable and praiseworthy words: "Friends, I have lost a day.

I]t is helpful to remind ourselves that the church - and its writings - did not come into existence until forty years after Jesus' resurrection. Things got lost. Things got whispered down the lane. Original meaning could have been abandoned completely in favor of a less egalitarian faith. What else did we lose in the interim between Jesus and the recordings? And will we ever get it back?

What would happen if our clothes were Internet-enabled? Can you imagine if you lost a sock? You could send out a search, and sock No. 3117 would respond that it's under the couch in the living room.

When 'Lost' was over, we expected that there'd be some people who'd really like it and other people who wouldn't. The Emmy nominations are an indication to us that there were a fair number of people who did like the way we concluded our story.