Quotes About Lost

Her presence had awakened in him a man suddenly whipped by his earlier ideals, whose lost manhood wanted to assert itself in action.

sons perdidos à procura de perdidas cores. corto o ar e nado através de quartos sem paredes

Whenever she felt lost in the endless deserts of insomnia she would take up the labyrinthian thread of her life again from the beginning to see if she could find at what moment the paths had become confused.

You like feeling lost. You enjoy being baffled. It gives you a false sense of mental energy, activity.

I sat there for three hours and did not feel the time or the boredom of our talk and its foolish disconnection. As long as I could hear his voice, I was quite lost, quite blind, quite outside my own self.

The important thing is that man is lost in time, in the moment that immediately precedes him - which only attests, by reflection, to the fact that he is lost in the moment that follows

True happiness is always self-forgetful: it loses itself in the object of its joy. As the joy of the Holy Ghost fills us, and we rejoice in God the Holy One, through our Lord Jesus Christ. [. . .] Love and joy ever keep company. Love, denying and forgetting itself for the brethren and the lost, living in them, finds the joy of God. 'The kingdom of God is joy in the Holy Ghost.

I think a person permeates a spot, and a lost presence makes the environment timeless to me, keeps an area alive. It pulsates because of that.

She was already lost - she couldn't really get more lost, could she? When you belonged nowhere, you sort of belonged everywhere

Vietnam is the Liberals' favorite was because America lost

Satan, with vast and haughty strides advanc'd,Came tow'ring, arm'd in adamant, and gold.Parad. Lost.

Perhaps the greatest cost of depression is in lost time, because for depressed individuals the days pass without meaning or enjoyment.

I wasn't only sad--I was angry. I still felt lost in a dark, terrifying maze. And I was furious at the world for leaving me here.

It's no good. Even when I look straight into the milky blue eyes, I can't find myself anymore. When did I stop being me?

Do you ever feel helpless? Helpless, useless, clueless. And old. Don't forget old.

You can't just plan a moment when things get back on track, just as you can't plan the moment you lose your way in the first place.

She knew I could tell with one glance, one look, one simple instant. It was her eyes. Despite the thick makeup, they were still dark-rimmed., haunted, and sad. Most of all though, they were familiar. The fact that we were in front of hundreds of strangers changed nothing at all. I'd spent a summer with those same eyes-scared, lost, confused-staring back at me. I would have known them anywhere.

Still, there was also was something reassuring about working for Commercial, almost hopeful. Like things that were lost could be found again. As we drove away, I always tried to imagine what it would be like to open your door to find something you had given up on.

Maybe, you just misplaced it, you know? It's been there. But you just haven't been looking in the right spot. Because lost means forever, it's gone. But misplaced... that means it's still around, somewhere. Just not where you thought.

I was just stock in the middle, vague and undefined.

In midair, dangling lost above the world.

And now she was found, no longer lost. Like a bag I'd given up for good suddenly reappearing in the middle of the night on my doorstep, packed for a journey I'd long ago forgotten. It was odd, considering I'd gotten accustomed to her being nowhere and anywhere, to finally know where my mother was. An exact location, pinpointed. Like she'd crossed over from my imagination, where I'd created a million different lives for her, back into this one.

So it just wasn't in my house. Anywhere, I looked like I knew about the toilet.

This lost, loose feeling that no consequence could be so harmful as the sense of staying where you were, or of being who you are.