Quotes About Lost

When it is moving on luxurious wings, The soul is lost in pleasant smotherings.

Sometimes, we only truly find ourselves when we have lost ourselves first.

Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods. Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt. But there's music in us. Hope is pushed down but the angel flies up again taking us with her.

My hope is that the music creates a strange, beautiful, overwhelming - sometimes even frightening - landscape, and invites you to get lost in it.

The Beatles were just the beginning of everything music could be, just like the Stones I was Rolling along like a ship lost out on the sea.

I have lost my credibility as a hit maker because of these side excursions into other branches of music; by not being consistent. Consistency seems to be all-important.

As a kid, I was into music, played guitar in a band. Then I started acting in plays in junior high school and just got lost in the puzzle of acting, the magic of it. I think it was an escape for me.

One series of notes, high and delicate, sang of a sweet moonlight kiss gone sour; another line of music rippled with regret over opportunities forever lost.

Not till we are completely lost, or turned round, do we appreciate the vastness and strangeness of Nature.

A Devil, a born Devil on whose nature, nurture can never stick, on whom my pain, humanly taken, all lost, quite lost.

She was lost now, she'd been silenced- another dead branch on Cordova's warped tree.

Remote villages and rural communities have lost their identity, and their charm and peace have been sacrificed to that worst of abominations, the automobile.

Seated here in contemplations lost, my thought discovers vaster space beyond, supernal silence and unfathomed peace

I think of New York City lost in stars forgotten as a blue haired pet of childhood love Tonight the night is full.

At the present moment, the security of coherent philosophy, which existed from Parmenides to Hegel, is lost.

I lost my power in the world because I did not use it.

I have forgotten my umbrella.

The saddest of all tragedies - the wasted life

In the thunder of life, without your light, I often lost my way.

Men are good when they get lost in the beauty of love.

Poetry is what is lost in translation. It is also what is lost in interpretation.

We are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.

POETRY: A sliver of the moon lost in the belly of a golden frog.

Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.