Quotes About Lost

That was the problem, she no longer knew what she wanted. (Shrouded in grief and lost dreams, her joy had vanished, the same way laughter and singing had.)

That world! These days it's all been erased and they've rolled it up like a scroll and put it away somewhere. Yes, I can touch it with my fingers. But where is it?

Through this feeling of helplessness suddenly burst a piercing nostalgia for the lost world of childhood. The way it came right up against the heart, that world, and against the face. No indoors or outdoors, only everything touching us, and the grown-ups lumbering past overhead like constellations.

He didn't know what country he was in, but he was at home in the universe.

I pushed through the door into Kelly's. Inside they sat with their fat hands around their beers while the jukebox sang softly to itself. You'd think they'd found out how, by sitting still and holding their necks just so, to look down into lost worlds.

The road we were lost on cut straight through the middle of the world. It was still daytime, but the sun had no more power than an ornament or a sponge.

His life had no meaning. It was intolerable. The last three decades had been a hollow waste of time. Hands

That the thought of what could have been his life sometimes haunted him, hovered around approaching corners, rode the breeze like the echo of a name called from a window.

A church that abandoned God's moral revelation had nothing to offer a lost culture.

I'm not entirely sure the Scots realize they lost that one," I interrupted, sitting up and trying to subdue my hair. "I distinctly heard the barman at that pub last night refer to us as Sassenachs." "Well, why not?" said Frank equably. "It only means 'Englishman,' after all, or at worst, 'outlander,' and we're all of that.

I felt adrift, anchorless in a running sea. This is now my home.

thought. Lumpish. And the word came to me: feckless.

It would take a real daftie to forget that, Sassenach," he said. "I may be lacking practice, but I havena lost all my faculties yet.

The worst part is doubt. When you doubt yourself, which we are taught to do, you get lost.

Without question, dying on 'Lost' was the best thing I have ever done in my entire career.

I haven't seen one second of any episode of 'Lost,' ever.

I am a ghost in a land of phantoms and forgotten nightmares.

I am a ghost in a land of phantoms and remembered nightmares.

Oh, hogyha látnád árva lelkedet A végtelen ?rben keringeni, Amint értelmet és kifejezést Keres hiába, idegen világban, S nem érez többé semmit és nem ért, Megborzadnál.

I am a dead man who wanders registered nowhere

I can no longer see a path in any path.

Bir ölüyüm ben, dola??p duran Art?k hiçbir yerde kayd?m yok. Bilinmiyorum mülki amirin görev yerinde. Say? fazlas?y?m alt?n kentlerde. Ve yeÅŸeren taÅŸra yörelerinde... VazgeçilmiÅŸim çoktan, ve hiçbir ÅŸeyle an?msanmam???m. Yaln?zca rüzgarla ve zamanla ve sesle, ben insanlar aras?nda yaÅŸayamayan...

The full story of all this, replete with numerous photographs, was first published in 1986 by anthropologist Randolfo Rafael Pozos as The Face on Mars: Evidence for a Lost Civilization.

She has no sense of direction — when she goes to the bathroom in a restaurant, you need to give her a compass.