Quotes About Lost

When I looked in her eyes they were blue but nobody home. - Scarey Monsters (and Super Creeps)

You've been away from home too long if you can get lost on the way from the harbor to the palace.

We all become lost children at one time or another.When no one else can find us, we must find ourselves.

Fervent Christians are always remembering themselves as - and thus, by extension, judging everyone else outside their sect to be - lost and hopeless and just barely clinging to any kind of interior sense of value or reason or even to go on living, before they were 'saved.

She had gone to the state fair in Columbus once with her sister Clarice and they had gotten lost in the House of Mirrors and Clarice's purse had been stolen by a man who had pretended to be a reflection until the very last moment.

Verstiegenheit: Low-Bavarian for something like 'wandering alone in blasted disorienting territory beyond all charted limits and orienting markers,' supposedly.

The poor bitch is clueless. All of them are clueless, still.

The lost and found the Cause hath crowned, The Day of Days is here.

He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.

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

It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost. That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity, by being once lost, may be ten times found: by being ever kept, it is ever lost. 'Tis too cold a companion: away with 't!

O, learn to love, the lesson is but plain, And once made perfect, never lost again.

My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am, nor what I do;

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; A shining gloss that vadeth suddenly; A flower that dies when first it 'gins to bud; A brittle that's broken presently; A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, Lost, vaded, broken, dead within an hour. And as goods lost are seld or never found, As vaded gloss no rubbing will refresh, As flowers dead lie withered on the ground, As broken glass no cement can redress; So beauty blemished once, for ever lost, In spite of physic, painting, pain and cost.

In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself in a dark wood, For I had lost the right path.

Remember. Oh, remember. How remember moments of forgotten time? Where is the way now (she wondered) through that dark up-spreading wood? Leaf, locust, sunlight in the hollow, all those she had known, all had fled like years. Now silence sounds where no light falls, and she has lost the way.

Of this I am quite sure. If we open up a quarrel between the past and the present, we shall find that we have lost the future.

Help, help, help, I am lost in the very deeps of the earth. Not eight feet underground but two hundred; blind already but not deaf, shuddering in the warm water, fingers burning last grip loosening; one nail, one rusty nail.

Life on Earth is quite a bargain. Dreams, for one, don't charge admission. Illusions are costly only when lost.

Esperti degli spazi dalla terra alle stelle ci perdiamo nello spazio dalla terra alla testa.

Name me no names for my disease, With uninforming breath; I tell you I am none of these, But homesick unto death —Homesick for hills that I had known, For brooks that I had crossed, ...Before I met this flesh and bone And followed and was lost… .And though they break my heart at last, Yet name no name of ills. Say only, Here is where he passed, Seeking again those hills.

Separated from Hellas by more than a thousand miles, they had not even a guide to point the way.

Without a driver this bus is lost. Our lives are over. Come aboard if your destination is oblivion - it should be our next stop. We can sit together. You can have the window seat, if you want. But it's a sad view.

O soul, be changed into little waterdrops,And fall into the ocean—ne'er to be found.My God! my God! look not so fierce on me!