Quotes About Lost

There is only one directive: that the lost are found; that the thick leaves encasing the dead are parted and they are lifted into the arms of light.

Personally, I'm not much for symbolism. I never get it. Why can't things be just as they are? I never thought to psychoanalyze Seymour Glass or sought to break down 'Desolation Row.' I just wanted to get lost, become one with somewhere else, slip a wreath on a steeple top soleley because I wished it.

Trials of a person I didn't know lost in a labyrinth of aisles formed by the immense filing cabinets of Brazil - the movie, not the country.

It was all a matter of missed connections, bad timing, blundering in the dark. We were always in the right place at the wrong time, always just missing each other, always just a few inches from figuring the whole thing out. That's what the story boils down to, I think. A series of lost chances. All the pieces were there from the beginning, but no one knew how to put them together.

New York was an inexhaustible space, a labyrinth of endless steps, and no matter how far he walked, no matter how well he came to know its neighborhoods and streets, it always left him with the feeling of being lost.

Memory, then, not so much as the past contained within us, but as proof of our life in the present. If a man is to be truly present among his surroundings, he must be thinking not of himself, but of what he sees. He must forget himself in order to be there. And from that forgetfulness arises the power of memory. It is a way of living one's life so that nothing is ever lost.

Si mantienes los ojos abiertos, siempre estarás perdido

Unless we can begin to embody the notion of change in the words we use, we will continue to be lost.

We promised to stay in touch with each other, but of course we never did, and that was the last time I ever saw her. 'You're

For those looking to find the thing that you've lost, the decision of where to place your handbill is one of the toughest you'll ever make in life.

But I feel truly wowed by the architecture and the meaning of the architecture if you get lost in it and think about the man hours in the smallest little chapel, and the love involved. God it's fantastic.

Although the pure truth has never been stated, nevertheless it has never been lost. Its existence does not depend upon human statement but upon human sensitivity. In this it is unlike all other knowledge.

Homecoming Snowfall, denser and denser, dove-coloured as yesterday, snowfall, as if even now you were sleeping. White, stacked into distance. Above it, endless, the sleigh track of the lost. Below, hidden, presses up what so hurts the eyes, hill upon hill, invisible. On each, fetched home into its today, an I slipped away into dumbness: wooden, a post. There: a feeling, blown across by the ice wind attaching its dove- its snow- coloured cloth as a flag.

Foehnish You. Stillness flew ahead of us, a second, clear life. I won, I lost, we believed in somber wonders, the branch, quickly written into the sky, carried us, grew through the drifting white into the moon-orbit, a morning leaped up into yesterday, we retrieved the candlestick, scattered, I crashed everything into no-one's hand.

Desde la lejana floresta, de soñar ennegrecida, nos llega lo exhalado, y lo extraviado ronda, grande como los espectros del futuro.

You've never been lost until you've been lost at Mach 3.

There are moments when we get lost in the middle of God's story. We lose our minds, we lose our sense of direction, and we lose our remembrance of him.

future happiness cannot compensate for current misery; lost happiness is lost forever. Powered

Ultimately, we should all be seeking to use our time in ways that bring us the greatest overall pleasure and purpose for as long as possible. Just as you cannot recover time that is lost, you cannot recover happiness that is lost. Staying in a boring job or an annoying relationship simply prolongs the misery and any future happiness is unlikely to fully compensate for this loss. Lost happiness is lost forever.

Mind you, Thunder Bay has a lot of outskirts. It's actually two cities melded together, so in a sense it has twice as many outskirts as other places. It's understandable that we got lost....

25For you had gone astray like sheep, but you have now returned to the shepherd and guardian of your souls.

O thoughtful waste of my days! What an artist I have destroyed!

Donc, allez, vagabonds sans trêves, Errez, funestes et maudits, Le long des gouffres et des grèves, Sous l'œil fermé des paradis !

Tired of life, afraid of death, not unlike A lost brig, toy of ebb and flow on the ocean, My soul weighs anchor for a frightful shipwreck.