Quotes About Lost

It was like looking at a knot, knowing it was a knot, but not knowing how to untie it. I had no map for this life.

You're not dead, but you're not alive, either. You're a wintergirl, Lia-Lia, caught in between the worlds.

You don't sleep. You're thirty-four years old and lost the power to sleep when you were eighteen. Is

A rainy day can actually be a very important day. And a small hope isn't really small if it makes a lost hope less sad.

My inside self and my outside self used to match. A compass needle pointed true north. Now the needle spins around and around indicating the sad direction of nowhere.

Want to hear a sad story about the Dukakis campaign? The governor of Massachusetts, he lost his top naval advisor last week. His rubber ducky drowned in the bathtub.

Justice divine has weighed: the doom is clear. All hope renounce, ye lost, who enter here.

She walked away too far for me to call... and for her to hear my voice.

But alas! Science cannot now rescue us, for even the scientist is lost in the terrible midnight of our age. Indeed, science gave us the very instruments that threaten to bring universal suicide.

The night surrounds, breathes across her skin. They're lost in the shadows of the moon.

And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.

She smiled, a moving childish smile that was like all the lost youth in the world.

The whole fabric of southern society must be changed, and never can it be done if this opportunity is lost. Without this, this government can never be, as it never has been, a true republic.

I'm not lost for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost.

Your environment wasn't supportive, wasn't loving, did not respond to you ... The fundamental thing that happened, and the greatest calamity, is not that there was no love or support. The greater calamity, which is caused by the first calamity is that you lost the connection to your essence. That is much more important than whether your mother or father loved you or not.

Tenderness toward one's lost self is sentimental; tenderness toward one's lost longings is just life.

She revived the extraordinary Anglo-Saxon word dustsceawung, meaning 'the fascination experienced by someone looking at a ruin, a kind of daydream of dust, pondering that which has been lost: dust-seeing, dust-chewing, dust-cheering. The daydream of a mind strung between past and present.

And now I'm old. That bus is parked permanently. The battery is dead. And I can't remember where I put the jumper cables.

first impression is often just that, a quick snapshot that on its own merit is meaningless. After a vacation, in time, it gets lost in a shoe box full of them.

The gods! long since they hold us in contempt, Scornful of gifts thus offered by the lost! Why should we fawn and flinch away from doom?

radiant dreams are passing in the night, the memories throb with sorrow, joy with pain . . . it is pain to dream and see desires slip through the arms, a vision lost for ever winging down the moving drifts of sleep.

His son had gone astray in the great city, where so many others had gone astray before him, and where many others would go astray after him, until there was found some great secret that as yet no man had discovered.

I've lost track of this speech, and I'm not too sure where it's headed. But I know where it started and that's what you've got to keep in mind. Has anyone seen my hat?

He's broken. He doesn't know what he's doing any more." "Shut up,