Quotes About Lost

There are certain values that, in my opinion, television has lost - various moral lines. How far you go in, say, revealing what people get up to on reality TV, and also graphic violence and swearing - the taboo of various swear-words is no longer there. It's worrying.

A lot of advertising has gotten worse. I think it's kind of lost its nerve, to be honest with you. I feel like the advertising of the '60s, they were nervier. You know why? Because there was less at stake.

To doubt is worse than to have lost; and to despair is but to antedate those miseries that must fall on us.

The highest form of worship is the worship of unselfish Christian service. The greatest form of praise is the sound of consecrated feet seeking out the lost and helpless.

When we bemoan the lost golden age of music, it's worth remembering that mainstream radio listeners of the '60s and '70s, particularly in Canada, missed out on an outpouring of brilliant R&B music.

What's interesting to 'Vikings' the series is that Horik is so blind in his greed and his desire for revenge that he can't hear reason, and he's probably so insecure about Ragnar that he won't take his advice. And straight up, honestly, if you ever have to say to someone, 'Hey, remember, I'm the king?' It's too late, and you've lost your authority.

I think that a lot of people, especially as technology began to speed up and we became more distant, we kind of started to lose our appreciation for human contact and gathering and friendships and a lot of the things that we really took for granted.

I took my play very seriously, and I got way, way lost in my play world.

I like being near the top of a mountain. One can't get lost here.

I think the sea swallowed dozens of tea sets - tossed in abandon off liners or consigned to the tide by jilted brides. I collected a shiver of china bits, with borders of larkspur and birds or braids of daisies. No two patterns ever matched.

Well, here's what I'll say: The storytellers of 'Lost' have taken us on a pretty great journey, and there have been questions along the way, and criticisms along the way, but if you look at the totality of the show, or the experience of it as a whole, I think as long as you look at it from that perspective you'll be happy.

The art of exorcising machines has been lost for so long that we have not a single book of prayers and ceremonies concerning it.

Failing to comprehend the original meaning of these documents guarantees that the original message will be lost in translation and maybe one day even deemed outmoded and irrelevant in modern society.

Mitten im Nirgendwo.

Una vez que todo da igual, todo está perdido y se ha ido al diablo, ¿por qué no actuar guiados por el más triste e iracundo de los cinismos y sumarse personalmente al bando de los demonios? ¿Por qué no participar plenamente mientras resuena una carcajada burlona en nuestro interior?

I remember my first test in F1. After five laps, I came back to the pits and tried to play it cool - 'Oh yeah, I'm fine, I'm on top of this' - but I was completely lost.

Kao ukleti Holandezi lutamo u daljinama i usput nabasavamo na tragove svog svijeta, na nemogu?im mjestima, tamo gdje to najmanje o?ekujemo. I kamo god do?em, ja neprestano stižem ku?i.

In a dreadful storm that the supposedly wizard De Danann raised up against them, when they attempted to land in Ireland, five of the sons of Milesius, with great numbers of their followers, were lost, their fleet was dispersed and it seemed for a time as if none of them would ever enjoy the Isle of Destiny. Ancient manuscripts preserve the prayer that, it is said, their poet, Amergin, now prayed for them

The trees part before her slender form and close in again behind me. The roads weave a vast labyrinth, and I am lost.

Poor gosling. It hurts to be lost. And worse to be home with no kind of homecoming...I'll be lucky if I can do as well as you when all this's done, just a bit out of breath, a bit bruised and scratched, a bit wiser and sadder for it all.

It hurts to be lost. And worse to be home with no kind of homecoming...I'll be lucky if I can do as well as you when all this's done, just a bit out of breath, a bit bruised and scratched, a bit wiser and sadder for it all.

She was the clock, a clock that had lost its key, unwinding in the dark.

At least once a month Choo Choo managed to get lost. There were constant reports about animals who could find their way home across hundreds, sometimes even thousands, of miles. Choo Choo continued to get lost within the block on which it lived. It was his opinion that Choo Choo had the homing instincts of a fart—once having escaped, it would lose its point of origin, yet never get far enough away to ignore.

So you want to hear a story? Well, I used to know a whole lot of pretty interesting ones. Some of them so funny you'd laugh yourself unconscious, others so terrible you'd never want to repeat them. But I can't remember any of those. So I'll just tell you about the time I found that lost thing....