Quotes About Lost

Find it on the map, you can always get to it. Try to follow someone's half-assed directions, and once you lose the trail, you're sunk.

some darting about for Earthly advantage, others attending to the faraway deeds of Angels, still others lost in contemplation of what it all means.

Half an hour later I pronounced us lost. Jesry accepted it with pleasure, as if this were more satisfactory than being found.

Many set themselves the aim of rescuing the indifferent and the lazy—and end up lost themselves. The flame within them gets dim with the passage of time. So, if you have the fire, run, since you never know when it may be doused, leaving you stranded in darkness.

Today the earth is populated with billions of people desperately hoping to "get somewhere," but having no idea of where they're going.

valley of the clueless

Before we met, I was as lost as a person could be and yet you saw something in me that somehow gave me direction again.

I am lost without you. I am soulless, a drifter without a home, a solitary bird in a flight to nowhere. I am all these things, and I am nothing at all. This, my darling, is my life without you. I long for you to show me how to live again.

she'd lost sight of the person she'd once meant to be, and she wasn't sure she'd ever have the opportunity to find that person again.

somehow she'd lost sight of the person she'd once meant to be, and she wasn't sure she'd ever have the opportunity to find that person again.

I'm not lost, they just moved my street.

I'm really kind of a little bit romantic for the lost era. There's a lot of us that are - kind like James Murphy, same thing - we feel like it's this magic era that happened before us. And it wasn't even necessarily disco.

A musician can get lost to what he is in the session busines as it was.

In our natural state, we are glorious beings. In the world of illusion, we are lost and imprisoned, slaves to our appetites and our will to false power.

He felt bewildered, as if he inhabited someone else's life.

Cynicism was a one-way path, and once taken the way back was lost forever.

The Torpedo Ink club members were lost, wandering through a world they didn't fit into. They needed direction.

It was at home, when she was alone with herself, the way she'd been her entire life, that she was lost. She had no purpose. No focus. No center to balance her. Now, this man, Vittorio Ferraro, an amazing, sensual, intelligent man offered those things to her.

She needed to be somewhere desperately, but she didn't know where. Listening didn't help. With her acute hearing, she would have heard if any person or creature was hurt or in trouble. Shea sniffed the night air. She would probably get lost and be caught out in the open and the sun would fry her. She would deserve it for this stupidity.

The basis of irreligious criticism is: Man makes religion, religion does not make man. In other words, religion is the self-consciousness and self-feeling of man who has either not yet found himself or has already lost himself again.

It's like a memorial to Atlantis or Lyonesse: these are the stone buoys that mark a drowned world.

There are many ways of dating the moment when the Left lost or—I would prefer to say—discarded its moral advantage, but this was the first time that I was to see the sellout conducted so cheaply.

LOST 2 Irish Hellhounds. Very black, like bear. Huge, like bear. Answer to Alvin and Mohammed. Like to eat everything. Like bear! REWARD!

The constable lit the bong and lost himself in the scuba bubbles of sweet comforting smoke.