Quotes About Lost

Beauty seen is never lost, God's colors all are fast.

And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.

God, there must be a meaning. Fiercely he was certain that there must be a meaning. Surely, while we live we are not lost. Oh Janos, Janos my brother! Surely we are not lost--while we live.

This is not to say there are not Chicagoans . But I would suggest that they are a nomadic people, whose lost home exists only in their minds, and in the glowing crystal memory cells they all carry in the palms of their hands: a great idea of a second city, lit with life and love, reasonable drink prices at cool bars, and, of course, blocks and blocks of bright and devastating fire.

Nothing can describe the withering horror of this. You feel lost, sick at heart before such unmasked hatred, not so much because it threatens you as because it shows humans in such an inhuman light. You see a kind of insanity, something so obscene the very obscenity of it (rather than its threat) terrifies you. It was so new I could not take my eyes from the man's face. I felt like saying: "What in God's name are you doing to yourself?

What harm is done by that commonplace word? What distinctions will not, cannot be drawn where enemy holds sway? Is the concept "enemy" the enemy of clear thought, therefore of justice? What is gained by its invocation? Perhaps as important, what is lost?

Ya no oigo mis voces, de modo que ando un poco perdido. Sospecho que sabrían contar mucho mejor esta historia.

ne'er-be-gone n. a person who has no idea where their home is, or was, or when they might have left it, which leaves their emotional compass free to swing around wildly as they move from place to place, pulling them everywhere and nowhere all at once, making it that much harder to navigate.

A train full of shadows. Of living ghosts. On a journey to nowhere.

He stared at those decent, well-meaning faces with their decent, well-meaning expressions, lost now in the chaos which their pitifully decent, well-meaning society struggled to keep at bay.

The same picket of urban cowboys met Troy at the lost junction of Cardigan Street and Waterloo Place. The same child's stare, suspicious of any adult, met his greeting to the boys.

People asking questions, lost in confusion, well I tell them there's no problem, only solutions.

We're not lost. We're locationally challenged.

We're not lost. We're locationally challenged.

People lose their way as an act of defence. Then they panic and decide they have to find it again.

It is one of the most annoying aspects of conspiracy that it compels one to blunder about the streets at night. I got lost several times trying to find the house of Laeca, and it is always embarrassing to have to pound on doors and ask directions.

Years later, lost in the glare of publicity surrounding PARC's accomplishments, the SAIL researchers failed to receive the credit that should have been given to their system.

People said you had to be careful whom you lost your virginity to, because you would become attached, you would want to do it again, you would never get over it. Indeed, even though it had been one of the most painful experiences of my life, still what I felt toward him was something like gratitude, and a feeling of submission that was hard to differentiate from desire—because you had to submit to something.

Your atom, I think it will never go back to peace, to cereal or rocks or anything like that. Once it has been seduced there is no way back, the way is always ahead, and it is so much harder after the passage from innocence. But it does not work to pretend to be innocent anymore. That seduced atom has energies that seduce people, and those rarely get lost.

I couldn't be here anymore. I couldn't be in me. But I couldn't be anywhere else, either. I had nowhere else to go.

I've been following Elsa, but I can't see Arendelle anymore.

Downthehatch wasn't a big station-thirty thousand people at most-but that was enough to get lost in.

We have reason to believe," he said, "that the object indicated by that icon is a sublight colony ship from Earth which has been lost and presumed destroyed since the time of the Kleptocracy.

It had been impressed on Rien all through her childhood how fragile the habitable sphere was, and how much functionality had been lost through accident, negligence, malice, and the simple gnawing of entropy.