Quotes About Lost

So expressive it was, of a hopeless and lost creature, that a famished traveller, wearied out by lonely wandering in a wilderness, would have remembered home and friends in such a tone before lying down to die.

It was not a reckless manner, the manner in which he said these words aloud under the fast-sailing clouds, nor was it more expressive of negligence than defiance. It was the settled manner of a tired man, who had wandered and struggled and got lost, but who at length struck into his road and saw its end.

He looked about him in a confused way, as if he had lost his place in the book of his remembrance; and he turned his face to the fire, and spread his hands broader on his knees, and lifted them off and put them on again.

John Maeda, a designer at the MIT Media Lab, puts the matter, well, simply: "Complexity implies the feeling of being lost; simplicity implies the feeling of being found." When people feel "found," they can join the conversation.

I haven't lost my mind; I have a tape back-up somewhere.

I suppose every old scholar has had the experience of reading something in a book which was significant to him, but which he could never find again. Sure he is that he read it there; but no one else ever read it, nor can he find it again, though he buy the book, & ransack every page.

It's easy to get lost when the map is in your hand and not in your heart.

Writing fiction has become a priestly business in countries that have lost their faith.

I wandered alone around the squares, which at a certain point all started to look the same. I looked like a person who wanted to abandon his own abandonment around some corner. Like someone looking for a distant and unknown place to release the cats of his sorrow, so that they would never find the way home. Do you know how hard it is to get rid of cats?

I loved all the boys with soft sad eyes, and lost souls.

They offer penetrating insights into the decay of industrial society, a place where big capitalism has lost all sense of creativity but retains all of its destructive capacities

The chauffeur returned at midnight to say that he had found no clue to the young master. He had even ventured so far as to call at the door and ask to speak with the young lady; but she had declared most decidedly that she knew nothing of his where-abouts. He was very sure about that lost ten dollars. It seemed somehow that he had been ill-used. Nobody had thought to save him any supper, either.

Cinquenta anos perdidos. Cinquenta anos gastos sem objetivo, a maltratar-me e a maltratar os outros. Cinquenta anos, quantas horas inúteis… Estraguei a minha vida. Estraguei-a estupidamente.

I'm a big techno fan. I love that thumping kick drum. We heard a version of 'Lost in Love' and it was thrash metal. It sounded cool!

There are no compasses for journeying in time.

There once was an infant lost in the woods, crying its heart out, wondering why no one answered, drawing down the wolves

A sötétben veled Az emberek a sötétben mihez kezdenek Volt egy kis lámpásom, de az is elveszett Kinyújtom a kezem, hátha te is azt teszed Együtt akarok lenni a sötétben veled.

The tune was too ingrained for Mortenson to consider the novelty of this moment- an American, lost in Pakistan, singing a German hymn in Swahili.

Two decades of virtually uninterrupted fighting had made even the most dignified structures appear drunken, wounded, or lost. The entire city seemed to affirm the notion that warfare is a disease.

Self-confidence is not a fixed way of being. People are not born with certain levels of self-confidence, it can be acquired, and it can be lost.

People who have lived their whole lives feeling half-complete. Who never truly fit anywhere in the world. Who never understood why they were here, or what they were meant for. Who never answered the call, because they never heard it. Because nothing ever spoke to them.

But all things lost can be found again, the trees whispered.

Her fairy tales were wrong to give evil the shape of a magnificent wild creature. Both Ernesto Vidal and the Pale Man were human beings who fed on hearts and souls because they had lost their own.

Reality is the most effective mask of reality. Our fondest wish, attained, ceases to be our fondest wish. Success is the greatest of disappointments. The spirit is most alive when it is lost. Anxiety was Kafka's composure, as despair was Kierkegaard's happiness. Kafka said impatience is our greatest fault. The man at the gate of the Law waited there all of his life.