Quotes About Lost

As is so often the case, shapings of history designed to bring out lost sources of vitality call upon fictions of ethnicity or race as their medium.

I am in the service of lost boys struggling to be good men.

My words verge on silence like great birds that disappear into the early evening: their strenuous white wings carry off the intense sweetness of dusk, visible then in starlight. My words turn toward the night with no look back at what is lost or won, or what is missing, — Cinto Vitier, from "Greater Solitude," transl. Kathleen Weaver, Image: Art, Faith, Mystery (no. 65, Spring 2010)

I work only with lost and founds.

everything is so fragile. I feel so lost. I live off secret, radiating, luminous rays that would smother me if I didn't cover them with a heavy cloak of false certainties. God help me: I have no one to guide me and it's dark again.

Estou tão assustada que só poderei aceitar que me perdi se imaginar que alguém me está dando a mão.

I am so lost. But that is exactly how we live; lost in time and space.

Now I know: I'm alone. I and my freedom that I don't know how to use. Great responsibility of solitude. Whoever isn't lost doesn't know freedom and love it. As for me, I own up to my solitude that sometimes falls into ecstasy as before fireworks. I am alone and must live a certain intimate glory that in solitude can become pain. And the pain, silence. I keep its name secret. I need secrets in order to live.

Ahora lo sé: soy sola. Yo y mi liberad que no sé usar. La gran responsabilidad de la soledad. Quien no está perdido no conoce la libertad y no la ama. En cuanto a mí, asumo mi soledad. Que a veces se extasía como ante los fuegos artificiales. Soy sola y tengo que vivir una cierta gloria íntima que en la soledad pueda convertirse en dolor. Y el dolor, en silencio.

Though everything is so fragile. I feel so lost. I live off a secret that glows in luminous rays that would darken me if I didn't cover them with a heavy cloak of false certainties. May the God help me: I am without a guide and it is dark once again.

Twelve years weigh on a person like pounds of lead. The days melt into one another, merge to form one whole block, a big anchor. And the person is lost.

Nostalgia is not for the God who is missing to us, it is a nostalgia for ourselves, for we do not sustain ourselves; we miss our impossible grandeur - my unreachable nowness is my paradise lost.

Civilizar minha vida é expulsar-me de mim. O que me mata é o cotidiano. Eu queria só exceções. Estou perdida: eu não tenho hábitos.

I'm lost on this Sunday that's neither hot nor cold, having already taken refuge in a movie theater... I wished

Whoever isn't lost doesn't know freedom and love it.

Ouvira na Rádio Relógio que havia sete bilhões de pessoas no mundo. Ela se sentia perdida. Mas com a tendência que tinha para ser feliz logo se consolou: havia sete bilhões de pessoas para ajudá-la.

Remember that wasted minute at the start of the day? Hard luck but you'll never find it again.

I think the American people, understandably, have sort of lost faith in the United Nations.

You are only lost if you knew where you were going.

Most men are a confusion of half-truths and vanity, of something lost and never completed.

A lost person can never find the way back home if the person doesn't have one.

We're not lost," he said in a cheery tone. "We're just locationally deficient and directionally challenged at the moment.

While like most men, Sam prided himself on being equipped with a supernatural internal compass that kept him from ever being lost, he'd also learned to concede those rare times when that compass seemed to be temporary disrepair.

The middle of the sentence had already left the beginning of the sentence lost in the distance, and the end of the sentence was slower to arrive than a school holiday.