Quotes About Lost

A Je'daii needs darkness and light, shadow and illumination, because without the two there can be no balance. Veer to Bogan, and Ashla feels too constraining, too pure; edge toward Ashla, and Bogan becomes a monstrous myth. A Je'daii without balance between both is no Je'daii at all. He, or she, is simply lost.

it was not battle, it was just the endless march, village to village, without purpose, nothing won or lost. They marched for the sake of the march.

One of the mistakes we make in handling God's Word is that we reduce it to a set of directions on how to live. We look for directions about relationships, church life, sex, finances, marriage, happiness, parenting, and so on. We mistakenly think that if we have clear directions we will be all right. But we keep getting lost! All the wise and precise directions given to us in Scripture haven't kept us from getting lost in the middle of our personal "big city.

As weaponry advances, the techniques used against obsolete ordnance may be neglected or lost.

I heard about Tsukishima's ability from Urahara. To be able to repaint the past…it's terrifying just to imagine it. But…so what? No matter how much your past is changed…he cannot change your future! If a bond is lost…all you have to do is rebuild it!

No such luck," Davenport scoffed. "They haven't lost a boomer since that Golf we lifted off Hawaii, back when you were in high school

One tended to lose one's bearings in the presence of willful and persistent acts of craziness, and the more gentle the act, the crazier it seemed, as if rage and violence, being closer to the norm, were easier to accommodate.

ROS: I want to go home. Which way did we come in? I've lost my sense of direction. GUIL: The only beginning is birth and the only end is death - if you can't count on that, what can you count on?

En el cielo de las armonías todas las fijezas eran movimientos y todas las felicidades nacían de la perdición. Sólo el que se perdía se encontraba.

She cannot be lost because no one is looking for her.

Hadst thou but tasted once the thousandth part Of joys, which bless the loved and loving heart, Your words repentant and your sighs would prove, Lost is the time which is not past in love.

Mientras contemplábamos el fósil, sentí por un momento que su espiral me absorbía y me hacía retroceder cada vez más lejos en el tiempo hasta que el pasado se perdía en su centro.

The moments when you are feeling most lost are simply the moments when your art is seeking new growth.

Betelgeuse, Achenar. Orion. Aquila. Centre the Cross and you have a steady compass. But there's no compass for my ever disoriented soul, only ever beckoning ghost lights. In the one sure direction, to the one sure end.

rummaging furiously in a mind which appeared to have entirely lost its card index....

Imagine: You've spent all day traipsing around London, lost in a maze of chaos, trying to find a hidden illusion; you've been living on hope, ignoring reality, fueled only by feelings you don't understand. You've been looking for a dream, never truly believing you'd find it, but now - incredibly - you have. It's right there in front of you - just behind that off-white door. It's there...

Imagine: You've spent all day trapping around, lost in a maze of chaos, trying to fine a hidden illusion: You've been looking for hope, ignoring realty, fueled only but feelings you don't understand. Your've been looking for a dream, never truly believing you'll find it, but now- incredibly- you have. It's right there in front of you- just behind that off-white door. It's there….

I wanted to hate someone, but I didn't know who. I was no where and everywhere. I was lost.

I'm not sure what happened to me over the last few days. I lost myself, I think. I sank down into a hole for a while. They're tricky things, holes. You don't know you're in one until you get out.

The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n. – John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667), Book 1, lines 254–5

Anything lost, can be found again expect for time wasted. A vision without action is merely a dream. Its the action that's pride, its the hustle, its the persistence.

Imagination is biblical reasoning in its Sunday best, lost in wonder at the creativity of the Creator. Being

The sisters were stuck in approximately chapter nine of the book of their lives. It was the chapter in which they discover themselves lost in the woods, and it's dusk, and they can either turn back and retrace their steps or keep walking. And everyone except them knows that they should turn back. So they keep walking.

You came here of your own accord and are lost in yourself; I know not what you search for, or who. If I want anyone it is you, if I want to see anyone it is you. You are the desire of my heart and my eyes' prayer.