Quotes About Lost

Whistle or something. But I didn't know how to whistle, and it was too late anyway.

It would do no good to wonder what he was going to say. Moments, when lost, can't be found again. They're just gone.

MANY DOGS RUN WILD IN THE CITY. SOME ARE ABANDONED BY THEIR OWNERS AND OTHERS ARE BORN TO LOST DOGS. STRAYS HAVE A LIMITED LIFE EXPECTANCY EVEN WHEN THEY BAND TOGETHER IN PACKS. THEY ARE PREY TO DISEASE, PARASITES, WEATHER AND AUTOMOBILES. THEY TEND TO BE FRIGHTENED AND VICIOUS. THEY ARE UNABLE TO PROTECT THEMSELVES OR ANYONE ELSE.

If you think you are lost: beware bending the map. Don't say maybe it was a pond, not a lake; maybe the stream flowed east, not west. Leave a trail as you go. Try to mark trees.

A giant once lived in that body. But Matt Brady got lost. Because he was looking for God too high up and too far away.

Does God determine, solely according to his own unilaterally established will, exactly who will be saved and who will be lost?

Wir sind verlassen wie Kinder und erfahren wie alte Leute, wir sind roh und traurig und oberflächlich - ich glaube, wir sind verloren.

To-day we would pass through the scenes of our youth like travellers. We are burnt up by hard facts; like tradesmen we understand distinctions, and like butchers, necessities. We are no longer untroubled—we are indifferent. We might exist there; but should we really live there? We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial—I believe we are lost.

We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial – I believe we are lost.

Please let the wind of desire that rose from the multi-coloured spines of those books catch me up again, let it melt the heavy, lifeless lead weight that is there somewhere inside me, and awaken in me once again the impatience of the future, the soaring delight in the world of the intellect – let it carry me back into the ready-for-anything lost world of my youth.

Peace, a fireplace, books, silence ... Before this was seen as one philistinism. Now these are dreams of a lost paradise.

It's odd,' she murmured, 'but as long as we don't forget that we're falling and falling, nothing is lost. Life seems to love paradoxes - when we think we're perfectly safe, we're always ridiculous and on the verge of a tumble; but when we know we're lost, life showers gifts on us. Then we don't have to do a thing - it runs after us like a poodle.

Elhagyatottak vagyunk, akár a gyermek, és tapasztaltak, mint az öregember. Durvák, szomorúak és fölületesek vagyunk – azt hiszem, el vagyunk veszve.

Had we returned home in 1916, out of the suffering and the strength of our experience we might have unleashed a storm. Now if we go back we will be weary, broken, burnt out, rootless, and without hope. We will not be able to find our way any more. ==========

Non siamo più spensierati, ma atrocemente indifferenti. Saremmo lì, nel paesaggio della nostra giovinezza, ma sapremmo viverci? Abbandonati come bambini, disillusi come anziani. Siamo rozzi, tristi, superficiali. Io penso che siamo perduti.

Man lives, you're right! Whoever seeks further is already lost.

We are burnt up by hard facts; like tradesmen we understand distinctions, and like butchers, necessities. We are no longer untroubled-- we are indifferent. We might exist there; but should we really live there? We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial-- I believe we are lost.

You do, Bob. You have the requirements for it. A certain simplicity is necessary for love. You have it. Keep it. It is a gift of God. Never to be gotten again once it is lost." "Don't take it to heart too much, though, Baby," said Lenz with a grin. "It's no shame to be born stupid. Only to die stupid.

It keeps bobbing back disconcertingly, and then you are confronted by irreconcilable contrast: the skies of childhood and the science of killing, lost youth and the cynicism of knowledge gained too young.

Nikada se ne bi trebalo oti?i ili se nikada ne bi smelo vratiti; jer ionako se nikada ne na?e natrag i ostaje se u razdoru.

I have awaited a storm that should deliver me, pluck me away and now it has come softly, even without my knowledge. But it is here. While I was despairing, thinking everything lost, it was already quietly growing. I had thought that division was always an end. Now I know that growth also is division. And growth means relinquishing. And growth has no end.

In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself in a dark wood where the straight way was lost. —DANTE ALIGHIERI, The Divine Comedy: Canto I (Carlyle-Wicksteed Translation, 1932)

In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself in a dark wood where the straight way was lost. —DANTE ALIGHIERI, The Divine Comedy: Canto I

Time lost can never be recovered," he said, "and this should be written in flaming letters everywhere.