Quotes About Lost

September had no natural defense against lost things, being one herself.

Check your pockets, my chimney-child.

Oh, September. 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. [...] If you would only leave cages locked and turn away from unloved Wyverns, you could stay Heartless. But you are stubborn, and do not listen to your elders.

But luck can be spent, like money; and lost, like a memory; and wasted, like a life. If

That's what a map is, you know. Just a memory. Just a wish to go back home - someday, somehow.

September had no natural defense against lost things, being one herself. She could not quite have put it into words, but she felt profoundly, at the bottom of her new, shining heart, that she could find lost things. She could make them un-lost if she were brave enough. After all, if enough lost things band together, even in the darkest depths, they aren't really lost at all anymore.

But everything is still so new, and so different, for all of us. Most of the time we are lost, drifting along on our own planets. But we are together in the same universe, at least.

We all get lost once in a while, sometimes by choice, sometimes due to forces beyond our control. When we learn what it is our soul needs to learn, the path presents itself. Sometimes we see the way out but wander further and deeper despite ourselves; the fear, the anger or the sadness preventing us returning. Sometimes we prefer to be lost and wandering, sometimes it's easier. Sometimes we find our own way out. But regardless, always, we are found.

Life is funny isn't it? Just when you think you've got it all figured out, just when you finally begin to plan something, get excited about something, and feel like you know what direction you're heading in, the paths change, the signs change, the wind blows the other way, north is suddenly south, and east is west, and you're lost. It is so easy to lose your way, to lose direction. And that's with following all the signposts

The friar organized a hunt. But the Alchemist was long gone -- lost among the townspeople like one bad penny melting into a puddle of lead.

Kostbare tijd, die niet meer te achterhalen is, heb ik vermorst.

If women understand by emancipation the adoption of the masculine role then we are lost indeed.

We are blind to God unless he shines his light in our hearts. We are terrified of him unless he reveals his love. We are lost from him unless he makes a way.

it is nice that nobody writes as they talk and that the printed language is different from the spoken otherwise you could not lose yourself in books and of course you do you completely do.

You are all a lost generation.

For those who are lost, there will always be cities that feel like home. Places where lonely people can live in exile of their own lives—far from anything that was ever imagined for them. —SIMON VAN BOOY, Everything Beautiful Began After

Distinguish between getting lost and losing your way. The first is a shift in direction. The second is the absence of perspective. Cultivate perspective and you will be able to steer home.

Un giorno però era accaduto qualcosa. Essendomi capitato di leggere in uno dei taccuini stendhaliani queste parole isolate: "All lost, nothing lost", di colpo, come per miracolo, mi ero sentito libero, guarito. Avevo preso una cartolina, ci avevo scritto sopra la riga di Stendhal, quindi l'avevo spedita a Micòl, tale e quale, senza metterci niente, nemmeno la firma, ne pensasse pure quello che volesse. Tutto perduto, niente perduto. Come era vero! - mi dicevo -. E respiravo.

Un borracho busca bajo un farol la llave que ha perdido: un transeúnte caritativo se ofrece para ayudar al pobre achispado a encontrar la llave perdida. Al cabo de un buen rato de buscar sin éxito alguno la llave bajo el farol, el señor compasivo, algo fastidiado, dirigiéndose al borracho le pregunta: "Pero, ¿está usted seguro de haberla perdido aquí?" Y el otro replica: "No, pero es que donde la he perdido está muy oscuro para buscarla"» (Nardone 1988, p. 154).

O tu, stella randagia, astro disperso, che forse cerchi, nel tuo folle andare, la porta onde fuggir dall'universo!

There were various things which were absolutely essential to survival: it was essential to fill oneself completely with a determination to survive; it was essential to create in oneself a capacity for dissociating oneself to some extent from Treblinka; it was important not to adapt completely to it. Complete adaptation, you see, meant acceptance. And the moment one accepted, one was morally and physically lost.

A president who is burdened with a failed and unpopular war, and who has lost the trust of the country, simply can no longer govern. He is destined to become as much a failure as his war.

It's always a question of the human heart, isn't it? How do we live? What do we do? How do we know what's right or wrong? I came here to pray for guidance, I suppose. I feel a little lost, and maybe more than a little afraid.

In the brief respite, James tore up part of the flooring and leaped down into an underground vault or drain. Unluckily for him, he had recently caused the egress from this chamber to be walled up because his tennis balls had sometimes been lost there.