Quotes About Lost

The local IRS office lost about two million dollars in illegal collections they'd been getting.

Right now everything looks so strange to me, as if I don't belong here. It's me that's out of place. And the worst thing is that I feel there's somewhere I do belong, but I just can't find it.

Pas...de...lieu...Rhône...que...nous

Soy yo la que está fuera de lugar. Y lo peor es que siento que hay algún lugar al que pertenezco, solo que no logro encontrarlo.

Victories in battles are deceptive triumphs. They place the burden of proof not on the men who won them, but on those who are in charge of the war and must be guided by the assumption that no matter how many battles may be won, the war itself can still be lost. Nobody knew this better than Pyrrhus of Epirus. And nobody should have realized this sooner than Adolf Hitler of the Thousand-Year Reich.

He wasn't an alchemist, or a hero. He was a librarian, and a dreamer. He was a reader, and the unsung expert on a long-lost city no one cared a thing about.

There are maps in me but I am lost, and there are skies in me but they are dead.

Inside a dream. Within a lost city. In the shadow of an angel. At the brink of calamity.

How often did this happen to people, this not knowing where in the world you were?

Never before had time seemed so like currency, each moment a coin that could be well- or ill-spent, or even, if one wasn't careful, wasted and lost.

No, I have to lure him out, like a will-o'-the-wisp, tease him deeper and deeper into the forest until he is lost and doomed. Without the forest or the doom—just the luring. Like a Venus flytrap that says I am a delicious flower come taste me and then snap! Devour. Without the devouring. Well, maybe a little devouring.

Your credulity is as vast as this desert. One might get lost in it and never again encounter fact or reason.

Prague entranced you, lured you in, like the mythic fey who trick travelers deep into forests until they're lost beyond hope.

I've never minded it," he went on. "Being lost, that is. I had always thought one could not truly be lost if one knew one's own heart. But I fear I may be lost without knowing yours.

I was hoping they'd put up flyers like they do for lost cats," he said. "Missing, one stunningly attractive teenage boy. Answers to 'Jace' or 'Hot Stuff.

For as is often the happenstance with that which is precious and lost, when you find him again, he may well not be quite as you left him.

one could not be truly lost if one knew one's own heart. But I fear I may be lost without knowing yours.

Sorry," she said breathlessly. "I got lost in the crowd." "I noticed," he said. "One second I was dancing with you, and the next you were gone and a very persistent werewolf was trying to get the buttons on my jeans undone." Sebastian chuckled. "Girl or boy werewolf?" "Not sure. Either way, they could have used a shave.

And the poets?' 'Lost in dreams of other worlds.'... 'And the wise, who made this world?' The swan lowered its black neck sadly. 'Dwindled to crones and sorcerers in towers.

None of us know who we are any more.

Such lonely, lost things you find on your way. It would be easier, if you were the only one lost. But lost children always find each other, in the dark, in the cold. It is as though they are magnetized and can only attract their like. How I would like to lead you to brave, stalwart friends who would protect you and play games with dice and teach you delightful songs that have no sad endings. If you would only leave cages locked and turn away from unloved Wyverns, you could stay Heartless.

You and I, being grown-up and having lost our hearts at least twice or thrice along the way, might shut our eyes and cry out: Not that way, child! But as we have said, September was Somewhat Heartless, and felt herself reasonably safe on that road. Children always do.

But lost children always find each other, in the dark, in the cold. It is as though they are magnetized, and can only attract their like.

It tasted like a shade of white near blue; it tasted like the idea of pearls; it tasted like a memory nearly grasped but lost at the last moment.