Quotes About Lost

It passed, and he began to talk excitedly to Daisy, denying everything, defending his name against accusations that had not been made. But with every word she was drawing further and further into herself, so he gave that up and only the dead dream fought on as the afternoon slipped away, trying to touch what was no longer tangible, struggling unhappily, undespairingly, toward that lost voice across the room.

For a moment a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man's, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. But they made no sound, and what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever

But with every word she was drawing further and further into herself, so he gave that up, and only the dead dream fought on as the afternoon slipped away, trying to touch what was no longer tangible, struggling unhappily, undespairingly, toward that lost voice across the room.

He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand.

But they made no sound, and what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.

As the conversation continued in stilted commas, Anthony wondered that to him and Bloeckman both this girl had once been the most stimulating, the most tonic personality they had ever known—and now the three sat like overoiled machines, without conflict, without fear, without elation, heavily enamelled little figures secure beyond enjoyment in a world where death and war, dull emotion and noble savagery were covering a continent with the smoke of terror. In

Within the building the trio broke into Suppe's Light Calvary. Nicole took advantage if this to stand up and the impression of her youth beauty grew on Dick until it welled up inside him in a compact paroxysm of emotion. She smiled, a moving childish smile that was like all the lost youth in the world.

He left feeling that if he had searched harder, he might have found her — that he was leaving her behind.

Una frase trató de tomar forma en mi boca y mis labios se abrieron como los de un mudo, como si se les resistiera algo más que un asustado soplo de aire. Pero no emitieron ningún sonido, y lo que había estado a punto de recordar se convirtió en incomunicable para siempre.

I don't know. I just feel all wicky-wacky. I'm just thrown for a loop and back. I can't even think about what to do.

Evelyn was forty-eight years old and she had gotten lost somewhere along the wa. Things had changed so fast. While she had been raising the required two children - a boy for him and a girl for me- the world had become a different kind of place, a place she didn't know at all.

Come you lost Atoms to your Centre draw, And be the Eternal Mirror that you saw

This is definitely 'a moment.' Do either of you have a camera?" "Mom, a camera is not something I carry around in my purse. However, all is not lost. Nik has one in her car. I'll scoot over there and get it." Nikki fished in her pocket and tossed her the keys.

Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful – only then do I find myself and feel comforted.

I'm liberated and lost. I feel. I shiver with fever. I'm I.

I weep over a dead life that I carry inside me and never lived.

El principio de la ciencia es saber que ignoramos. El mundo, que es el lugar donde estamos; la carne, que es lo que somos; el Diablo, que es aquello que deseamos: los tres, en un Momento Culminante, mataron al maestro que íbamos a ser. Y aquel secreto que él guardaba, para que nos convirtiéramos en él, ese secreto se perdió.

and I weep over a dead life that I carry inside me and never lived.

Cómo sabéis que viajando así no me rejuvenezco oscuramente? Infantil de absurdo, revivo mi propia infancia y juego con las ideas de las cosas como con soldados de plomo, con los cuales, de pequeño, hacía cosas que nada tenían que ver con un soldado.   Ebrio de errores, me pierdo a veces por sentirme vivir.

L'INNOCENZA PERDUTA Avevo un campo pieno di speranza ma nel delirio della febbre lo devastai, e allora lo seminai di amori e vi nacquero fiori di delusione.

I am the escaped one. My soul seeks me/ through hills and valley/ I hope my soul/ never finds me.

After 'Mandy Lane,' I didn't really know what to do because I didn't know anyone who'd made a feature yet.

I thought it was very important that femininity wasn't lost.

Writing fiction has become a priestly business in countries that have lost their faith.