Quotes About Lost

you feel a little bit lost right now about what to do with your life, a bit rudderless and oarless and aimless but that's okay that's alright because we're all meant to be like that at twenty-four.

Very early in my life it was already too late.

We just kind of lost our way. But we were looking to be free. One day we'll float. Take life as it comes.

Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told the truant by his marks,- Golden curls, and quiver, and bow.

Dreams provide a kind of wisdom of the heart, an echoing voice of a profound human sensitivity too often lost to us in the reasonable life of days.

It's like many other things in life, Ellie. You keep on the path and all's well. You get off it and the next thing you know you're lost if you're not lucky.

I have no sense of direction at all. Thank the Lord for my TomTom, otherwise I'd spend my whole life lost.

The Divorce, it's just like any performance that's given where I really just completely lost myself in that life.

"Then we are living in a place abandoned by God," I said, disheartened. "Have you found any places where God would have felt at home?" William asked me, looking down from his great height.

I think that some of these plays are lost in this new horror called development, which is a place for dramaturgs to say "let me tell you what your play means," and the life gets sucked out of a play.

Getting on the bus and touring was my life. And when that was not around, I felt myself a bit lost at times, because that was all I had.

A man without a home can't be lost.

The life I should be living had been mislaid through some clerical error by the cosmic bureaucracy.

Paradise Lost is a poem. The old, blind bastard's trying to sing to you. Listen, as the Isley Brothers say, to the music. You must learn to do that before you can expect to understand. Slowly. Slowly. A few licks at a time.

The abandoned CBS tracks, most still in demo form, were finally released in 2009 as the album Love Lost, courtesy of reissue specialists Sundazed Records

Why was I here? What now? Who did I know? Not even myself.

Looks like he's lost a guinea and found a farthing," Horace said, then added, unnecessarily, "Will, I mean." Halt turned in his saddle to regard the younger man and raised an eyebrow. "I may be almost senile in your eyes, Horace, but there's no need to explain the blindly obvious to me. I'd hardly have thought you were referring to Tug.

Anything happening," she whispered. "Aside from you blundering about like a lost elephant?" he asked, in the same low tone. She nodded, accepting the rebuke. "Aside from that.

WHERE THE BLIND, BLUE, BLITHERING BLAZES HAVE YOU BEEN?

When people lose their way and lack a real purpose for living they often fall back on certain forms of escapism as a form of self-soothing...

you became lost in the maze of me - forgive me Love, for keeping you close...

At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.

Before I got here, I thought for a long time that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it did not exist, to build a small, self-sufficient world in the back corner of the endless maze and to pretend that I was not lost, but home.

So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawnWhich once he wore!The glory from his gray hairs goneForevermore!