Quotes About Lost

You can know the whole world and still feel lost in it.

All he knows is that something stepped in front of him, blocking his way, until in time he gave up on things, he gave up studying engineering and he gave up on the idea of traveling. He sat down in his life. And there he remained.

When people don't believe in something, they're lost.

You can feel the whole world and still feel lost in it. So many people are in pain - no matter how smart or accomplished - they cry, they yearn, they hurt. We all want the same things: comfort, love, and a peaceful heart

I never wanted anyone else, he said quietly. I know, she said. I was still in love with you. I know. She nodded. I felt it. Here? he asked. Even here, she said, smiling. That's how strong lost love can be.

Remember the unmoored boat floats about.

I who never knew what it was the broom tree meant now wonder to find the road to Sonohara led me so far from my way.

I have never found a better metaphor for my relationship with the Eternal: a point lost in infinite space, wrapped round by the night under the subdued light of the stars. I am this point lost in space: the darkness, like an irreplaceable friend, is faith. The stars, Gods witness.

I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever. I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.

Me sentí rodeado de millones de páginas abandonadas, de universos y almas sin dueño, que se hundían en un océano de oscuridad mientras el mundo que palpitaba fuera de aquellos muros perdía la memoria sin darse cuenta día tras día, sintiéndose más sabio cuanto más olvidaba.

This place is a mystery. A sanctuary. Every book, every volume you see, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it & the soul of those who read it & lived it & dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down it's pages, it's spirit grows & strengthens. In this place, books no longer remembered by anyone, books that are lost in time, live forever, waiting for the day when they will reach a new reader's hands, a new spirit...

How many lost souls do You need, Lord, to satisfy Your hunger? the hatter asked. God, in His infinite silence, looked at him without blinking.

I hope you find the path that I missed.

I left the apartment without even bothering to close the door behind me. Once outside, I faced a world of buildings and faces that seemed strange and distant. I started to walk aimlessly, oblivious to the cold and the rain-filled wind that was starting to lash the town with the breath of a curse.

This is a world of shadows, Daniel, and magic is a rare asset. That book taught me that by reading, I could live more intensely. It could give me back the sight I had lost. For that reason alone, a book that didn't matter to anyone changed my life.

Few are the occasions when life allows us to stroll through our dreams, caressing a lost memory with our hands.

Cuántas almas perdidas necesitas, Señor, para saciar tu apetito?, preguntaba el sombrero. Dios, en su infinito silencio, le miraba sin pestañear.

und bekanntlich sind wir Männer das verlorene Glied zwischen dem Piraten und dem Schwein.

The nameless grave could never be found

El juego de la infiltración es similar al de la seducción: el que pide permiso ha perdido antes de empezar. Alicia

Una historia de libros, de dragones y de rosas, como manda la fecha, pero sobre todo una historia de sombras y ceniza, como mandan los tiempos…" (de los fragmentos perdidos de El Prisionero del

cualquiera que aspire a conservar su sano juicio necesita de un lugar en el mundo en el que pueda y desee perderse. Ese lugar, el último refugio, es un pequeño anexo del alma al que, cuando el mundo naufraga en su absurda comedia, uno siempre puede correr a encerrarse y extraviar la llave.

Si no sabes expresarte, Sheere, no sabes pensar. Y si no sabes pensar, estás perdida.

Sometimes on just gets tired of fleeing, said Fermín. The world's very small when you don't have anywhere to go.