Quotes About Lost

I lost some time once. It's always in the last place you look for it.

If I start outsourcing all my navigation to a little talking box in my car, I'm sort of screwed. I'm going to lose my car in the parking lot every single time.

Time lost can never be recovered...and this should be written in flaming letters everywhere.

I was searching all the time for something that I'd never lost or left behind.

The moment right now, it's a tragically regressive time we live in, you know. We just grounded the Concorde. Where's the future? We've lost the future.

Time just gets away from us.

Time is a storm in which we are all lost.

We're lost, but we're making good time.

Time lost, as men may see, For nothing may recovered be.

It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it.

What is opportunity to the man who can't use it? An unfecundated egg, which the waves of time wash away into nonentity.

Time lost can never be retrieved. Time cannot be hoarded, only spent well.

Lost time can never be found again

Implosion is no invention in the conventional sense, but rather the renaissance of ancient knowledge, lost over the course of time.

Riches can all be lost, but that happiness in your own heart can only be veiled, and it will still bring you happiness again, as long as you live. As long as you can look fearlessly up into the heavens, as long as you know that you are pure within, and that you will still find happiness.

whatever you come up with needs to suggest a voice that you are not trying to control. If you're lost in the forest, let the horse find the way home. You have to stop directing, because you will only get in the way.

We're individuals in time and space who are often gravely lost, and then miraculously, in art, found.

It may be one of those miracles where your heart sinks, because you think it means you have lost. But in surrender you have won. And if it were me, after a moment, I would say, Thanks.

Learning to read gave us a true oasis, salvation, in the same way that coming to know Jesus or the Buddha might eventually get some of us out of the fray, but it also isolated us. Reading helped us get blissfully lost in resonant worlds where we could rest or gape or laugh with recognition, but then we looked up again, at the dinner table, or the blacktop, or church, and we couldn't close the covers of those spooky books.

I want you to promise we'll see each other again, you'll send a letter. Promise we'll be lost together in our forest, pale birches of our legs. I hear your voice now—I know, everyone knows promises come from fear. People don't live past each other, you're always here with me. Sometimes I pretend you're in the other room until it rains… and then this is the letter I always write...

It is the wilderness in the mind, the desert wastes in the heart through which one wanders lost and a stranger. When one is a stranger to oneself then one is estranged from others too. If one is out of touch with oneself, then one cannot touch others.

Don't fall so madly in love with the night that you lose your way.

So you're saying that demons aren't as smart as angels." "Perhaps they could be," he said, "but their state of mind interferes with their intelligence. It interferes with their observations, and their conclusions. It interferes with everything that they do. Theirs is a hideous predicament. They refuse to admit that they have lost." That was beautiful. I liked it. I liked the puzzle of it and the truth of it.

To be godless is probably the first step to innocence," he said, "to lose the sense of sin and subordination, the false grief for things supposed to be lost.