Quotes About Lost

There's something in glitchy music that I like to get lost in.

We have a very good history of manufacturing in this country but I worry that these skills are being lost. We walk around saying, 'We haven't got any manufacturing any more' but Made In Britain really means something, particularly in other parts of the world. We need to support British manufacturing.

These, Hern said, are the bodies of two kings. They were killed in senseless hatred, when both had lost nearly all they had. Someone is coming up the River who knows of this, and it pleases him very much. This will make it easy for him to suck out our souls, and the soul of this land, and rule us as his slaves.

Man is a messenger who forgot the message

All my unsaid words went back to wherever they had been all these years.

I needed a lost language. One in which I could communicate with the lost.

Chaque moment perdu est la vie.

hard on a curve and lost control of the

I'd felt drowned and extinguished by vastness—not just the predictable vastness of time, and space, but the impassable distances between people even when they were within arm's reach of each other, and with a swell of vertigo I thought of all the places I'd been and all the places I hadn't, a world lost and vast and unknowable, dingy maze of cities and alleyways, far-drifting ash and hostile immensities, connections missed, things lost and never found…

I thought of all the places I'd been and all the places I hadn't, a world lost and vast and unknowable, dingy maze of cities and alleyways, far-drifting ash and hostile immensities, connections missed, things lost and never found.

Delirium: unmoored and drifting.

I followed after her with a sort of dazed sense of lost time, delighted by her preoccupation, how oblivious she seemed of the minutes flying.

I felt disincarnate, cut loose from myself. How it would feel to be back in my body again I couldn't imagine.

Isn't that a message for us today? There is a refuge for every sinner in Christ. Regardless of how high a man's IQ is or what his position in life might be, if he is outside the place of refuge, he is lost. If the truth were told at many funerals today, the preachers would have to say about the departed person, "A fool has just died. He would not turn to Jesus Christ who is the place of refuge." Are you resting in Christ?

While the modern Bible is missing many of its original passages, the Book of Bob isn't one of them. You're probably getting it confused with the lost Book of Fred.

Midway upon the journey of our life I found myself within a forest dark, For the straightforward pathway had been lost." DANTE ALIGHIERI, The Divine Comedy

Describe el estado de cada hombre y mujer en el mundo que no se ha convertido a Dios. ¡No puedo imaginarme una condición peor! Ya es bastante malo no tener dinero, ni salud, ni casa, ni amigos. Pero es mucho peor estar "sin Cristo".

Take heed, lest you are found at the left hand of Christ at last--a lost Episcopalian or a lost Presbyterian, a lost Baptist or a lost Methodist--lost because, with all your zeal for your own party and your own communion table, you never joined the one true Church.

Never does a person see any beauty in Christ as a Savior, until they discover that they are a lost and ruined sinner.

It would be like someone . . . looking over to Clee Hills, reflects that Housman had stood in that place, regretting his land of lost content. And, at such a time, for a few of us there will always be a tugging at the heart—knowing a precious moment gone and we not there.

En vérité, c'est si difficile d'entrer dans le monde adulte quand toutes les routes conduisent aux mêmes frontières, quand le ciel est si lointain, que les arbres n'ont plus d'yeux et que les majestueuses rivières sont recouvertes de plaques de ciment gris, que les animaux ne parlent plus et que les hommes eux-mêmes ont perdu leurs signes.»

All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost.

All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renenwed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.

Me invade una nostalgia largamente olvidada de aquel apacible y grave reino del espíritu; y flota entonces con imprecisas notas mi canción susurrante, como arpa eolia; un escalofrío me sacude la lágrima va en pos de las lágrimas, el severo corazón se siente dulce y blando.. veo lejano aquello que poseo, y lo perdido se me hace realidad.