Quotes About Lost

I have fallen in love with American names, The sharp names that never get fat, The snakeskin-titles of mining-claims, The plumed war-bonnet of Medicine Hat, Tucson and Deadwood and Lost Mule Flat.

This war is lost and the surge is not accomplishing anything.

Only now do I understand the war against boredom, the lost cause of empty hours, of empty days and nights.

God, there must be a meaning. Fiercely he was certain that there must be a meaning.Surely, while we live we are not lost.Oh Janos, Janos my brother!Surely we are not lost--while we live.

Honor LostAmbulant sunshine piercedthe soot covered glass ~the feeble man wandered byin this ritual morning pass ...

Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

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

There are no lost causes because there are no gained causes.

Our experience is composed rather of illusions lost than of wisdom acquired.

A great deal of talent is lost to the world for the want of a little courage.

A great deal of talent is lost to the world for want of a little courage

Shape without form, shade without color,Paralyzed force, gesture without motion;Those who have crossedWith direct eyes, to death's other KingdomRemember us—if at all—not as lostViolent souls, but onlyAs the hollow menThe stuffed men.

And the wind shall say Here were decent godless people. Their only monument the asphalt road. And a thousand lost golf balls.

Aku lari bagai musang lari dalam bayang-bayang rimba, gila dengan wanginya sendiri. Malamnya malam pertengahan Mei dan anginnya angin selatan. Aku kehilangan jala dan aku pun mengelana. Aku mencari apa yang tak bisa kudapat, aku mendapat apa yang tak kucari.

I was a wrecked thing smeared over with dark finger marks and stuck with shards of nightmare, and I had no right there any more. I moved through my lost life like a ghost, trying not to touch anything with my bleeding hands, and dreamed of learning to sail in a warm place, Bermuda or Bondi, and telling people sweet soft lies about my past.

In ways too dark and crucial to be called metaphorical, I never left that wood.

a queen in a fairy tale, left alone in her tower to mourn her lost, witch-stolen princess.

his memory was banjaxed,

Obviously I wasn't about to rise to that one. "I'd only get mixed up and end up telling you about Mary Barber or someone. I can't think straight today. I keep . . ." I shoved lasagna bits aimlessly around my plate. "Never mind.

I felt sort of sad that I couldn't remember the last time, before tonight, that I'd paid such close attention to the sky. It felt like that must be some kind of sign that I'd lost my innocence and grown up without even realizing it.

Perhaps it was a lost opportunity. There's always a special thrill to the forbidden, or so they say.

Celui qui craint de mourir n'est qu'un enfant perdu à la recherche de sa maison.

The one who is scared of dying is but a lost child looking for his home

In the pit of red You hid from the bone-clinic whiteness But the jewel you lost was blue.