Quotes About Lost

The most singular thing is that, if the clock stopped, I wound it, so that it did not miss a tick, and I could count all my lost moments.

It was the embryo, lost before that point at which Laplace can be distinguished from a turtle.

Now the red eyes and the light above seemed to bore into Charles, and again the pupils fo the little boy's eyes contracted. When the final point of black was lost in blue he turned away from the red eyes, looked at Meg, and smiled sweetly, but the smile was not Charles Wallaces smile.

We are lost unless we can recover compassion, without which we will never understand charity. We must find, once more, community, a sense of family, of belonging to each other. No wonder our kids are struggling to start communes.

No, it was not anger, it was loathing; it was hatred, sheer and unadulterated, and as she became lost in hatred she also began to be lost in IT.

But I kept looking at that enormous sweep of [Texas] land, stretching out to eternity so you couldn't stay afraid because fears were so small they just lost themselves. The only other place I know where you can see that far and makes you feel the same way is the ocean

Things were progressing as expected, which was to say that she had lost control of her life. In

He was aware of a desire at once for complete glutted oblivion and for an innocent youthful fling. "Alas," a voice seemed to be saying also in his ear, "my poor little child, you do not feel any of these things really, only lost, only homeless.

I was sitting cross-legged in bed, trying without success to pretend I'd misunderstood the image I'd glimpsed. Yeah, right. Because Vlad had been between my legs looking for a set of keys he'd lost.

I did not find my way out of the darkness until I admitted I was lost.

A Loveless Life is Like a Rudderless Ship Floating Uncontrollably in the Ocean of Life.

The struggle is never easy to finding what is lost and to gain the best of what is to come without sweat.

A child miseducated is a child lost.

I'm a teacher, not a leader. If you lose your leader, you're leaderless and lost, but if you lose your teacher there's a chance that he taught you something and you can navigate on your own.

The bad teacher imposes his ideas and his methods on his pupils, and such originality as they may have is lost in the second-rate art of imitation.

I claim that in losing the spinning wheel we lost our left lung. We are, therefore, suffering from galloping consumption. The restoration of the wheel arrests the progress of the fell disease.

I like radio personalities, and I like to change lanes. And losing yourself on the freeway is like living at the beach--you're not aware of lapsed time, and suddenly you're there, where it was you were going.

We are lost, she and I, unseen and not seeing, unheard and not hearing, unknown by others.

So much of history is mystery. We don't know what is lost forever, what will surface again. All objects exist in a moment of time. And that fragment of time is preserved or lost or found in mysterious ways. Mystery is a wonderful part of life.

Being able to restrain my emotions isn't a great victory—it's the pitiful proof of lost love.

The process of writing is the painful recovery of things that are lost.

But to despair was to wish back for something already lost. Or to prolong what was already unbearable.

We all had our miseries. But to despair was to wish back for something already lost. Or to prolong what was already unbearable

I have a sense of my life as a percentage of what has been used and what is likely left. And I get impatient now when I waste time trying to find lost things or doing mundane chores, when I dwell on the unpleasant, when I give my mind to it. So I will kill those moments, banish them, and try to find the moments that can be relived. That's the role of the imagination. It's like reassembling what has happened, yet it's still inaccurate.