Quotes About Lost

The ability of an audience to enter into the narrative arc of a movie is being lost; do today's audiences have the patience to wait for Harry Lime in The Third Man?

You who were bewildered by a meaning, whose code was broken, crucifix uncrossed—Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving. Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.

I'm a lost soul. We do wail.

I had never felt like that before, as if there were a sort of curse, a merciless force in the light that shone on a world where life is borken and lost, where each new day takes something from the day that precedes it, where suffering is inmovable...

and was lost to sight. I turned around and got set to head

The implication is that the people of God were lost and that God had to do something—as he had always done—to intervene and set them back on the right track. But there was a difference this time. This was the last time. This was the last chance.

Frankly, you're the most homeless person--emotionally--I ever met.

Buscamos a tientas la pared, como los ciegos; andamos a tientas como si no tuviéramos ojos; tropezamos en el mediodía como si fuera de noche; nos encontramos en lugares desolados como si hubiéramos muerto. Rugimos como osos y gemimos doloridos como tórtolas…;

Well, when one's lost, I suppose it's good advice to stay where you are until someone finds you.

You've lost your muchness.

Si no sabes hacia donde te dirijes, cualquier lugar te llevará

By-the-bye, what became of the baby?

but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?

It was the White Rabbit, trotting slowly back again and looking anxiously about as it went, as if it had lost something; Alice heard it muttering to itself, The Duchess! The Duchess! Oh, my dear paws! Oh, my fur and whiskers! She'll get me executed, as sure as ferrets are ferrets! Where can I have dropped them, I wonder? Alice

Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?

Où est ma chatte?

back again, and looking anxiously about as it went, as if it had lost something; and she heard it muttering to itself 'The Duchess! The Duchess! Oh my dear paws! Oh my fur and whiskers!

but then I was so utterly entranced by our discussion of Einstein's relative theory - Relativity, Ling corrected quickly under her breath. - that I completely lost track of the time. Funny, Ling whispered. What? Henry said. Lost track of... Ling shook her head, never mind.

All I mean is that I left too much of me unfinished because I wasted too much time."--

There are ways in, journeys to the center of life, through time; through air, matter, dream and thought. The ways are not always mapped or charted, but sometimes being lost, if there is such a thing, is the sweetest place to be. And always, in this search, a person might find that she is already there, at the center of the world. It may be a broken world, but it is glorious nonetheless.

What many bakers don't realise is that good wheat can make bad bread. The magic of bread baking is in the manipulation and the fermentation. What has been lost....is this method.

I have a spiritual advisor I call up, when I just feel lost. Lately, I've been talking to God. I developed this dialogue in rehab, this dialogue with God, and every day I talk to God.

Without spiritual landmarks, mankind wanders . . . Without the word of God, we walk in circles.

The public is in need of experiences that are not just voyeuristic. Our society is in a mess of losing its spiritual centre.