Quotes About Lost

The main job of the prophets is to guide and re-kindle the lost souls from going astray.

It has forgotten that the gospels are replete with atonement theology, through and through—only they give it to us not as a neat little system, but as a powerful, sprawling, many-sided, richly revelatory narrative in which we are invited to find ourselves, or rather to lose ourselves and to be found again the other side.

What has been lost is the paganized vision of an angry God looming over the world and bent upon blood.

LOST: 60 SECONDS DON'T BOTHER LOOKING FOR THEM BECAUSE THEY ARE GONE FOREVER

That's why I need a ride, Molly," his lip ring brushing the shell of her ear. "I don't know where you live." She dropped her keys.

It was funny the way memory obliged the heart. His happy recollections were always afloat in his soupy subconscious where so many of his darker memories had sunk to the underbelly of his past and been as good as lost forever. But without conscious instruction, memory had edited and enlarged the finest moments of his life and stored them like masterpieces in the private gallery of his personal history.

But I know that I am not who I was supposed to be, who I could have been, and I know it's because I was too afraid for too long. It made me think about things I never should have.

For the earth is filled with violence, and every living thing has lost its way.

Most people were good, intelligent, responsible human beings struggling to live decent, useful lives. Why was it so many of them found that almost impossible? Was it because there were just no rules anymore, people making them us as the went along? From her own bitter experience, she saw that most good people were simply lost, bobbing around like castaways in a moral wasteland flooded with debris and ugliness, waiting to be rescued and placed on solid ground.

Never awake me when you have good news to announce, because with good news nothing presses but when you have bad news, arouse me immediately, for then there is not an instant to be lost.

I want to go home.' The moment the smell hit her, the words came into her head. She didn't know exactly what home it was she wanted to go to, certainly not the one she'd just left. But why didn't she want to go back there? And where did she want to go? She felt lost.

True prayer is joining with God's heart. God's heart is full of love for those who are the lost and least in this world. You cannot draw near to God and remain callous to the hurting.

I am," I said To no one there An no one heard at all Not even the chair "I am," I cried "I am," said I And I am lost, and I can't even say why Leavin' me lonely still

BE Lost On a painted sky Where the clouds are hung For the poet's eye You may find him If you may find him There On a distant shore By the wings of dreams Through an open door You may know him If you may

make content so abundantly available, context be damned, that we'll be overwhelmed by "information glut" until what is truly meaningful is lost and we no longer care what we've lost as long as we're being amused....

Someone is singing from the bed of red flowers, a lover recounting his past passion. What has happened, friends? The solitude of this house of flowers has been shattered, a broken wing is mourning its lost feathers and its flight through the universe.

Everything in this world invites you to wander away from the I AM. Urged to believe in that pill, this diet, a man, you move away from your true identity and become lost as your consciousness wanders. But it doesn't really matter, for you cannot be lost, as the son of man will come.

The truth is, like all places in the past, it cannot be found any longer.

I felt like everyone else had gotten this instruction manual that explained life to them, but somehow I'd just missed it.

You become like a ghost in your own life

If the vision was true and mighty, as I know, it is true and mighty yet; for such things are of the spirit, and it is in the darkness of their eyes that men get lost.

Given angel's wings, where might you fly? In what sweet heaven might you find your love? Unwilling to be bound, where might you move, Lost between the wonder and the why?...

you," and he wandered

a person. Just like her. Just like everyone. Lost and alone