Quotes About Lost

I`m lost! Mama! I`m lost! Oh! I`m lost! You are not lost, Nemo. Go back to sleep and behave, hear?

Broken down, beaten in again Feel the pain, lose control Bent around, lie and sin All in vain, lost my soul Can I pick myself up again? Just to fall again, lost in sin.

Any kind of uncertainty caused him pain, so we were determined to hide the time that had passed and the memories he'd lost.

When you lost your voice, you lost the ability to make sense of yourself. But don't worry. You'll be staying right here. You'll live among the fading voices trapped in these typewriters, and I'll be here with you, giving you instructions. Nothing too difficult.

There, behind your heartbeat, have you stored up all my lost memories?

Time passed, and I kept getting lost in the pages of my appointment book, which had been attacked by a mildew of obligations.

I would like that very much. You have a bargain, lady. I will find you here among the lost souls, trapped women, and birds. I find that my own state has improved, if only slightly. Where I was once likely to travel in the presence of a murder of crows, I find I will only be burdened by an unkindness of ravens. It gives me heart." - A. E. Poe in Nevermore

From an evolutionary point of view, most emotions – fear, desire, anger – serve some practical purpose, but nostalgia is a useless, futile thing because it is a longing for something that is permanently lost, and I felt its futility now.

I know from your letters and from seeing you after your play that you feel a little bit lost right now about what to do with your life, a bit rudderless and oarless and aimless but that's okay that's alright because we're all meant to be like that at twenty-four. In fact our whole generation is like that. I read an article about it, it's because we never fought in a war or watched too much television or something.

You feel a little bit lost right now about what to do with your life, a bit rudderless and oarless and aimless but that's okay… That's alright because we're all meant to be like that at twenty-four.

And I am still haunted by all the things I could have been.

If a man comes up to you in the street and asks you for an address, is he lost or is he interrogating you?

A man is sometimes lost in the dust of his own raising.

Reminds me of a joke. A cowboy lost his Bible in the desert. A couple of months later a cow wanders over with a book in its mouth. The cowboy takes the book—it's his lost Bible. 'What a miracle; praise the Lord!' the cowboy exclaims. 'Not really,' says the cow. 'Your name is on the inside cover.

So, how agreeable, perhaps, to be a pastoralist. Just be that—have that longing right in front of you, continuously addressed. To be forever lost and found.

Y]ou are ... entrusted with the pursuit of that most extraordinary of crimes: the theft of a human life. You speak for the dead. You avenge those lost to the world.

No one knows where socks disappear to. It is one of the universe's greatest mysteries. Either they are sucked into a black hole where time and space have become flattened, or they get caught in the back of the washing machine.

Although I smile a lot, it's because I hide a lot from my truth. The truth that some days I just feel like another lost nigga.

A lost person or article is still what it is, still valuable in itself, but in the wrong place, disconnected from its purpose and unable to be or do whatever it is intended to be or do.

Hate, my gentle lady, said Captain Anschutz, is only Love that has lost its way home in the dark.

And for the information of young hunters, I will just say, in this place, that whenever a fellow gets bad lost, the way home is just the way he don't think it is. This rule will hit nine times out of ten.

And so I did not try. De Clare was a lost soul; I had seen too clearly the glint of obsession in his eyes. It was the expression worn by fanatics and evangelists the world over, the dogged determination to see only one point of view and entertain no truths but the fantasy in one's own mind. He would see this thing through to the end, no matter how many people it destroyed.

I turned my face to the east and the first star that shimmered on the horizon. He held my hand, and it was the hand of the man I had married, lost and found again in the Badiyat ash-Sham, the fabled land of camels and caravans that lies just beyond the walls of the city of jasmine. To live with him would be a very great adventure indeed.

Sometimes maybe you should let someone you love travel great distances away from you. You shouldn't think you needed to set out to retrieve them and put them back where they belonged. Sometimes they were only safe and happy, like Annabelle Aurora. And then other times, it was just possible they were lost at sea. It would be your duty, then, to get out into the boat and search, even if the waves were choppy and the wind was howling the protests of the dead.