Quotes About Lost

Sleep democratizes fear. The terror of a lost shoe or a missed train are as great here as those of guerrilla attack or nuclear war.

Games are for childhood, and sometimes I think I lost my childhood young.

The emphasis is on the lost, the abandoned, the discarded sinners, God's detritus.

I stuck out a hand and tried to make up for lost ground. 'What did you say her name was, this chippy of yours?' I asked; but somehow it didn't come out as witty and ironic; just gawky and ill-bred.

she realized she felt happy, as if the sensation were so lost to her that it took a while for her to identify it.

Maybe they just didn't have anywhere they needed to go.

She gazed up into his face, and he gazed down into hers as if she were a landscape he was inspecting for hidden enemies. Or perhaps hidden wonders. Lost. His voice lowered conspiratorially. Would you like your hand back? The right words to say were bobbing around somewhere in the syrup her brain had become; she couldn't quite fish them out. The truth was, at the moment, her hand seemed to rightly belong to him. As though it were a trophy he'd won for snatching arrows out of air.

But she bravely kept her eyes open; she was both lost and found in the soft, burning depths of his eyes.

Wake the sleeper must, and confront his fears, or risk being lost in the dark places of the mind forever.

A letter with no address is simply returned, no matter how many stamps one puts on it.

There are different kinds of being lost, ranging from momentary disorientation to the complete, all-out, am-I-even-on-planet-Earth variety.

animals again will wander back a long way, and go through danger and sufferings, to recover their lost identity, in the surroundings that they know.

My father sent him out to civilize the lost sons he'd neglected, but damn me if all I've seen him do is marry us off." "Oh dear, how dreadful!

Hansel and Gretel

I understand I have no place here. I understand I am lost in the god's eye. I understand I must find my purpose or I will go mad in this green, godless place.

You musta thought Jeffrey was crazy drivin' you down past where Jesus lost his sandals.

Religion is the self-consciousness and self-regard of man who has either not yet found or has already lost himself

Home', it had struck her on the torturous drive back to London, wasn't Egerton Gardens, wasn't even Fox Corner. Home was an idea, and like Arcadia it was lost in the past.

Sometimes Jackson thought that the past wasn't just another country, it was a lost continent somewhere at the bottom of an unknown ocean.

O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason !

To tell a man who has no realization that he is lost, that he may be saved by faith in Christ, means nothing to him, however true and blessed the fact is in itself.

. . . For a lifetime was but a moment in that place, and each man dreams his own heaven. And in the darkness David closed his eyes, as all that was lost was found again.

Land of lost gods and godlike men.

No man was ever lost except for one reason: having once left his ground he has let himself become too permanently settled abroad.