Quotes About Lost

Ever get the feeling that sometime early in your life there must have been a briefing that you missed?

The trouble with the lost generation is that it didn't get lost enough.

Life has gone by as if I never lived

At the midpoint on the journey of life, I found myself in a dark forest, for the clear path was lost.

According to research from the Sales Benchmark Index, 60 percent of all forecasted opportunities are lost to "no decision.

The night before I'd discovered am lost in almost. Did everyone already know?

There are relatively few churches that have a heart for the lost and for the inner city; Jim Cymbala and the Brooklyn Tabernacle are one of the few. They have allowed the Holy Spirit to use them to breathe fresh life into seemingly hopeless lives. Nicky Cruz

But no one names a thing that doesn't have hope. No one names a thing that doesn't have a future. No one names a lost dog.

Lost in a Roman wilderness of painAnd all the children are insane

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night?

I said something to Carl about the snow, but he wasn't much concerned. Maybe he figured if I got lost and died in the snow he could escape school a while longer.

Now my life has shifted. But instead of feeling glad or excited, I feel lost. I didn't realize how alone alone would feel.

Having "lost her bloom" in the eight years since her romance and break-up with Captain Wentworth before the novel begins, Anne is wispy and quiet, still in love with Wentworth, but feeling helpless to do anything about it because he hasn't attempted to contact her again, and protocol of the day says she can't make the first move in contacting him.

Sometimes the gulls came nearer, screaming noisily as they quarreled over small fish in the pools, and sometimes they cried mournfully far away along the beach. Then Anna felt like crying too - not actually, but quietly - inside. They made a sad, and beautiful, and long-ago sound that seemed to remind her of something lovely she had once known - and lost, and never found again. But she did not know what it was.

He looked younger, kinder, a brighter image of the man she knew. A man life hadn't mistreated or betrayed. Whatever the pain of this union, she loved that she gave him this momentary peace. This encounter lurched from the physical onto a different plane. A plane revealing a new emotional landscape. She felt lightheaded, lost.

In this land I have made myself sick with silence In this land I have wandered, lost In this land I hunkered down to see What will become of me. In this land I held myself tight So as not to scream. -But I did scream, so loud That this land howled back at me As hideously As it builds its houses. In this land I have been sown Only my head sticks Defiant, out of the earth But one day it too will be mown Making me, finally Of this land. -Charlie's poem

Tell me what's the difference between hope and waiting because my heart doesn't know It constantly cuts itself on the glass of waiting It constantly gets lost in the fog of hope

Why was I led astray by a tiger brightness? Why did a false sun lure me so far from home?...my eyes had looked at something forbidden and seen what they should never have seen, and now sight itself had gone out of them…never again would I see the blinding glare of enemy eyes.

She felt herself alone, lost like a stranger in some fantastic country whose language and mode of life were alike incomprehensible, surrounded by enemies in an atmosphere of suspicion and perpetually lurking, unimaginable dangers.

Imprisoned within the impassable walls of the locked, lifeless polar world, all that is left for her is a deathly cold isolation, numbing her senses and freezing her brain. The world lost, the light lost, the mind lost, the coldly gleaming, relentlessly moving ice has become her sole and final reality.

A lightning flash is stabbed into the sky and jabbed at by other flashes, their crazy neons jittering into word shapes, WHAT IS LOST NOW IS OUR HOME IN THIS WORLD.

In 1299 Kiev lost its religious status too, when the Metropolitan, Rus's senior churchman, transferred his see to Vladimir, and thence, a few decades later, to Moscow.

Remote and oblivious and lost in contemplation.

If the soul cannot find its jacket. it is condemned to an eternity of wandering--naked and alone