Quotes About Lost

Jurgen loved London because he could get lost here. He said that it was the first time he could do that in eight years. No one knew him or bothered him. It is great for a person to be able to get lost.

Not all those who wander are lost.

I had an Indiana Jones fedora that I loved. I don't know what happened to it. I don't know where it went. Wish I had it back. Whoever's got it, you suck.

I don't have any particular recipe. It is the reason why doing research is challenging as well as attractive. It is like being lost in a jungle and trying to use all the knowledge that you can gather to come up with some new tricks, and with some luck, you might find a way out.

The 'Lost' pilot was wide enough and included enough things so that when Season Five came, and we spent half of the year in 1973, nobody cried foul. It felt like it was already a part of the DNA.

In the mid 1980s, video games as an industry had lost its way a bit. Atari had collapsed. There was this widespread collective belief that it was because video games were a fad.

Why would it matter to anybody if a game developer talks about a project that they worked on ten years ago that was canceled? It really bums me out to think about how many of those games have been lost to time.

This is not a country where we look lightly at tens of millions of dollars in lost direct costs in restructuring entire industries, and say, well, that's not irreparable harm, it doesn't concern us.

JJ Abrams is definitely a guy that when he calls, you want to answer. He's incredibly focused. When he was shooting the pilot on 'Lost,' we'd do a take and he'd go back to his tent and be working on the first episodes of 'Lost' as well as the cliffhanger for the eighth season of 'Alias.' He's an incredible multitasker.

I've always been terrible at land navigation.

I have a really terrible sense of direction.

If you live a good life, that seems to be what really matters. If there is something afterwards, terrific. If not, you haven't lost anything.

If you ever find yourself on a boat in the middle of the ocean, you look around in every direction and don't see anything. That's a terrifying experience.

Somewhere along the way, the ability to make terrifying big budget films like 'The Exorcist' or 'The Shining' was lost, and I don't know if we'll ever get it back.

The Obama administration seems to have lost the will to win. The terrorists have not.

He had a sensitive drained face the face of a small boy lost on the Fairgrounds after everyone has gone home.

The church is the great lost and found department.

Sleeping and waking, the notion of being lost, of having wandered out of the right life, kept turning up in different guises. She imagined mirrors in which she could not find herself.

Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa. Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is Lost Carcosa. Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa. Song of my soul, my voice is dead, Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.

Of what is lost, irretrievably lost, all I wish to recover is the daily availability of my writing, lines capable of grasping me by the hair and lifting me up when I'm at the end of my strength. (Significant, said the foreigner.) Odes to the human and the divine. Let my writing be like the verses of by Leopardi that Daniel Biga recited on a Nordic bridge to gird himself with courage.

Ay, Ulises Lima... Escribía todo el tiempo, es lo que mas recuerdo de el, en los márgenes de los libros que sustraía y en papeles sueltos que solía perder. y nunca escribía poemas, escribía versos que luego, con suerte, ensamblaba en largos poemas extraños... Belano, por el contrario, escribía en cuadernos... Todavía me deben dinero...

She was just a sad girl, I think, lost now among the multitudes.

Ay Ulises Lima, escribía todo el tiempo (es lo que más recuerdo de él) en los márgenes de los libros que sustraía y en papeles sueltos que solía perder. Y nunca escribía poemas, escribía versos que luego con suerte ensamblaba en largos poemas extraños.

Finding and winning HeartMates was rarely simple, but full of pitfalls and agonizing emotion. Love lost. Love found. The losing shredding pieces of the soul, carving deep hollows and filling it to the brim with love.