Quotes About Lost

Plagiarism is a crime of its first known definition, now lost and stolen.

You sure you won't get lost?" I pulled my phone out of my pocket. "GPS," I said. "No one ever gets lost anymore.

Thoughts roamed like lost dogs through

It's never gonna be over, is it? Thinking about the life we might have had.

In the sea of grief, there were islands of grace, moments in time when one could remember what was left rather than all that had been lost.

Like all motherless girls, Leni would become an emotional explorer, trying to uncover the lost part of her, the mother who carried and nurtured and loved her. Leni would become both mother and child; to her, mama would still grow and age. She would never be gone, not as long as Leni remembered her.

It was then we found ourselves too many fields away from where we'd meant to be, with regard to desire, to get there ever, even if—though this was not the case—we'd been told the way.

I understood, for example, that finding one's way in the desert is much easier by night than by day, that the points of reference are numerous and certain. In the years which I spent in the open desert I never once got lost, thanks to the stars. Many times, when searching for a Tuareg camp or a lost weather station, I lost my way because the sun was too high in the sky. But I waited for night and found the road again, guided by the stars.

You have to really be courageous about your instincts and your ideas. Otherwise you'll just knuckle under, and things that might have been memorable will be lost. —FRANCIS FORD COPPOLA

They each closed their closet doors and scampered down the staircase. The guide was just about to close the heavy front door when they reached the downstairs hall and hurried breathlessly out the door. "Thought I'd lost you two," the guide said. "Are you coming down into the basement kitchen with us?" "No thank you," Michele said, "but we enjoyed our tour." It was surely an acting job to say that, she thought.

She was a mind floating in an ocean of confusion.

Accents must have been pretty important in Ancient Greek, because a man called Herodian wrote a treatise in twenty-one books about them, most of which, you'll be happy to know, are now lost.

Jesus didn't come to give us a kinder, gentler patriarchy or a new-and-improved version of any other social system known to humankind. In his own words, he came to bring a "kingdom that is not of this world" (John 18:36, emphasis added)—the kingdom we lost in the fall, a kingdom that is utterly foreign to us.

The one thing I do remember is that as I retraced my steps through all the familiar streets of my life, Inow felt completely lost.

Late into the night, I heard their wild music, music that didn't care who was in bed wanting to sleep. I knew the Gypsies were dancing, so lost in happiness that they forgot they lived in a gloomy Communist state.

It's a never ending dream for everyone it seems, to find again what was once precious and has been lost.

I'm sorry it's not Mark—it could've been. It should've been. It might've meant something. Maybe not much, but certainly more.

Age is like the newest version of a software — it has a bunch of great new features but you lost all the cool features the original version had.

What is the lost cry in the heart of the earth? I am wounded. I have taken a wound in my flesh. The lips of it will never come together. Fire has been thrust deep in the wound. My flesh is branded.

So if you don't fit in; if you feel at odds with the world; if your identity is troubled and frayed; if you feel lost and ashamed, it could be because you have retained the human values you were supposed to have discarded. You are a deviant. Be proud.

Your brother Jaime keeps losing battles. He gave Sansa an angry look, as if it were her fault. He's been taken by the Starks and we've lost Riverrun and now her stupid brother is calling himself a king. The dwarf smiled crookedly. "All sorts of people are calling themselves kings these days.

She had to have gone elsewhere... but elsewhere is a big place.

We'll never find that one, and I'll be blamed," announced Edd Tollett, the dour grey-haired squire everyone called Dolorous Edd. "Nothing ever goes missing that they don't look at me, ever since that time I lost my horse. As if that could be helped. He was white and it was snowing, what did they expected

If I look back, I am lost.