Quotes About Lost

The sense of being connected somewhere is an important anchor in our lives. Without it, we can feel disconnected, lost, and ungrounded in the world. This is sometimes reflected in images of floating in a dark space, like an astronaut whose connecting cord is broken. Others describe it as drifting at sea, like a piece of flotsam. This feeling is often carried throughout life unless efforts are made to change the situation.

But even though the culture has changed, the problems you're going through aren't so different. School stuff. Girl stuff. Locker room stuff. Feeling like a dork. Feeling lost. Not fitting in. The parentals have dealt with it all before, and they somehow got through it. Don't you think they want to help you get through it too?

The world is truly a terrible place. Every one of my generation is lost, filling the holes which are their lives with seditious and yet passionless acts of unnecessary drama. It is a world of hypocrisy and whispers, a dark mine shaft of overfed, spoiled, and thankless slaves too stupid to realize that, despite their steady stream of shallow luxuries, they are still slaves.

Besides, faith is a fickle, fragile thing: it stumbles, recovers, grows stronger, cracks. And is lost. Belief can never be trusted.

He must have pressed the wrong button, or several of them, for when the door fretted open he found himself deep underground, with no heart to try again. The corridor was dark, the air heavy with must, the rooms on both sides quiet yet stirring, as though numb people within were digging themselves out.

For a while he sat idly outside his door brooding in the spring sun. In The Lost Phoebe.

the trick of finding what you didn't lose (existing's tricky:but to live's a gift) the teachable imposture of always arriving at the place you never left

ancient religions, have become so overlaid with extraneous matter that their spiritual essence has become almost completely obscured by it. To a large extent, therefore, their deeper meaning is no longer recognized and their transformative power lost.

As with all the other portals, your radiant true nature remains, but not the personality. In any case, whatever is real or of true value in your personality is your true nature shining through. This is never lost. Nothing that is of value, nothing that is real, is ever lost.

Confession is always a good place to start when we feel lost.

John! cried Lady Greystoke, running toward him, how could I have been mistaken? I- but the rest of the sentence was lost as Tarzan of the Apes sprang into the room and taking his mate in his arms covered her lips with kisses.

You didn't find any trace of her? asked d'Arnot. // Tarzan shook his head. None. In the jungle, I could have found her; but here –-here, in civilization, a man cannot even find himself.

Lost causes had a romantic charm for her

The patch of lawn before it had relapsed into a hayfield; but to the left an overgrown box-garden full of dahlias and rusty rose-bushes encircled a ghostly summer-house of trellis-work that had once been white, surmounted by a wooden Cupid who had lost his bow and arrow but continued to take ineffectual aim.

They cannot finde that path, which first was showne, But wander too and fro in waies vnknowne . . .

they never know one another and they're all crazed and wandering.

but his days were shortened by poison, perhaps the most incurable of poisons; the stings of remorse and despair, and the bitter remembrance of lost glory.

In Hom. 3, p. 30, he exaggerates the grievousness of sin in a priest, and has these remarkable words, "I do not believe that many priests are saved; but that far the greater number are lost: for this dignity requires a great soul and much courage.

If you want to be successful with Superstars, you have to compete in their league and play by their rules. If you do, however, there is a very real danger that you will become like them. With their bites, Superstars create more new vampires than do all the other vampire types combined. Don't enter their world unless you know how to get out. Many have been lost.

But wherever the truth may lie, this much is crystal-clear: our bigger-and-better society is now like a hypochondriac, so obsessed with its own economic health as to have lost the capacity to remain healthy.

bigger-and-better society is now like a hypochondriac, so obsessed with its own economic health as to have lost the capacity to remain healthy.

Por momentos la poesía debiera ser un paroxismo, me digo, semejante a un aullido de dolor infinito. A veces la siento como frenesí, tambores, desenfreno, rabia, gritos, truenos, rayos. Ahora es un gesto tristísimo, como la mirada de un niño perdido.

Coro Nadie llega a ninguna parte, las ciudades huyen y se esconden. Ejércitos de caminantes señalan falsos rumbos. Hemos nacido para no llegar

I asked myself whether, in bygone days, men had longed for bygone days as I, this summer morning, longed for certain ways of life that man had lost forever.