Quotes About Lost

As the alcohol overcomes my mind, I hear the glass bottle shatter on the floor. This seems appropriate since I have obviously lost my grip on everything.

He wished he had some bread crumbs or something to leave a trail. Of course, if he had bread crumbs, he wouldn't be looking for food. Just sitting around eating bread crumbs. Whatever.

Where are you? I can still make no sense of my surroundings. Where are you?!

Because you have a weakness for beautiful things, and I don't," I say with an air of superiority, "They would lure you into their Capitol ways, and you'd be lost entirely." "Having an eye for beauty isn't the same thing as a weakness," Peeta points out, "Except perhaps when it comes to you.

I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips.

Where are you, Cato?

dandelion and I knew hope wasn't lost.

It's a nonstop schedule, really. I had lost myself somewhere.

MSNBC got some very good people. They've got a good-looking set. All They're first-class. Somewhere along the way, they kind of lost their identity as a news channel, and they started doing a lot of other sort of magazine-type programming.

Most of the time, I'm a little bewildered or sort of feel out of place.

A live show is a room full of sound and people and now you have technology where people can film it and take it away and all that is lost afterwards but they have a souvenir.

And in the end... Not even that old familiar sensation of emptiness. Just a hint of helplessness, a frustration for a lost time from a result prematurely injured and failed.

You are never so lost that your angels cannot find you.

Across galaxies of time and spaceTravelling just to see your faceLost amidst the countless starsTo bring me back to where you are.

You were my dock. I am just a mere ship that has drifted farther and farther into the vast water. Many docks are in range, but I have yet to anchor and tie my rope.

Madness is loving the unsolvable puzzle of your soul and replacing the lost pieces with my own.

Dissociated, I follow this body in its reckless haste.

...you became lost in the maze of me - forgive me Love, for keeping you close...

6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, and I still don't know which month it was thenor what day it is now.Blurred out linesfrom hangovers to coffeeanother vagabond lost to love.

You can't wander around and think the wandering will call them back.

olivia reminds me of a bird sometimes, how her feathers get all ruffled when she's mad. and when she's fragile like this, she's a little lost bird looking for its nest.

I am lost to him. I never want to be found.

Gazing into his eyes, I was lost in their intensity. It was like looking into the bluest sky and carrying on to infinity. I felt mesmerised, hypnotised and transfixed all at once.

If you find yourself still clinging to every feeling you thought was lost forever... Maybe, just maybe, it's the only place you can be found.