Quotes About Lost

O poor New England! There is a deep laid plot against your civil and religious liberties, and they will be lost. Your golden days are at an end. You have nothing but trouble before you. . . . Your liberties will be lost.

I suppose there's a melancholy tone at the back of the American mind, a sense of something lost. And it's the lost world of Thomas Jefferson. It is the lost sense of innocence that we could live with a very minimal state, with a vast sense of space in which to work out freedom.

Nothing is so irretrievably lost to a society as the sense of fear it felt about a grave danger that was subsequently coped with.

I looked like a person who wanted to abandon his own abandonment around some corner. Like someone looking for a distant and unknown place to release the cats of his sorrow, so that they would never find the way home. Do you know how hard it is to get rid of cats?

In stories, especially those told by loved ones, there was always some blind spot, a momentary gap, a weak point, incomprehensible sorrow, longing for something lost or that had never taken place, which pulled me inside, into the dark galleries of the unspoken. There were such secret galleries and corridors in every story.

I have this recurring nightmare where I'm lost in a strange forest, and my only hope is your sense of direction. Enough to give a fellow the sweats, it is.

Those who lose dreaming are lost.

O judgment! thou are fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!

The night is dark, and I am far from home.

If time be of all things most precious, wasting time must be the greatest prodigality, since lost time is never found again.

The opportunity is often lost by deliberating.

A blind man in a dark room - looking for a black hat which isn't there.

It is arrogance to expect that life will always be music.... Harmony, like a following breeze at sea, is the exception. In a world where most things wind up broken or lost, our lot is to tack and tune.

Despair is the absolute extreme of self-love. It is reached when a man deliberately turns his back on all help from anyone else in order to taste the rotten luxury of knowing himself to be lost.

If we open a quarrel between the past and the present, we shall find we have lost the future.

Never can that be told, for those who saw and lived through it have lost the gift of words and those who are dead can tell no tales. Those were things which are not told, but forgotten. Fore where they not forgotten, how could they ever be repeated?

I think I've just lost five pounds in fear sweat. Peabody mopped at her face. Now I want a cannoli. I don't know why. With a laugh, Roarke shifted to grin at her. I'll buy you a dozen, precious. Cannolis, for God's sake.

Two lost souls. He'd once called them that. She wondered if they'd stopped being lost when they'd found each other.

He couldn't lead himself out of a room made of doors.

See? It's senseless. How can you lose an hour? Where does it go? Can someone else find it? Does it get reported to the Lost Time Division?

Like much else nowadays I leave it feeling stupid, like a man who lost his way long ago but presses on along a road that may lead nowhere.

Decía que finges ser un ciudadano respetable y un hombre racional, pero en realidad no eres más que un niño perdido. Así lo decía textualmente: un niño que no sabe dónde vive ni qué quiere.

In the silence, she felt the past and the present shift and mix, but that was a mirage. There was no way to comfort the lost boy he'd been back then. But she had the grown male. She had him right in her arms, and for a brief moment of whimsy, she imagined that she was never, ever going to let him go.

You are the male I might have been. You are the potential I had and lost. You are the honor and the strength and the kindness she needs. You'll take care of her. I want you to take care of her.