Quotes About Lost

This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.

The travel writer seeks the world we have lost - the lost valleys of the imagination.

I really like scripted dramas. My favorite show of all time would have to be 'Lost': I loved how the writers and producers were able to weave the different storylines together; and the acting in that show was incredible.

With television, I worked on 'Lost,' where you'd just put your faith in the writers and go with what they're writing.

I have the distinct feeling I'm not in Oz anymore,' said Brrr.

Lost is not an address, it's not permission to fail, it's not an excuse.

Mostly his mind wandered. But it didn't have anywhere special to wander to.

Lost is not an address, it's not a permission to fail, it's not an excuse.

This sense of my own weakness and emptiness comforts me. I feel myself a mere speck of dust lost in space, yet I am part of that endless grandeur which envelopes me. I could never see why that should be cause for despair, since there could very well be nothing at all behind the black curtain.

e ela permanecia perdida em um frio terrível que a atravessava.

Dom zijn, egoïstisch en gezond, ziehier wat je nodig hebt om gelukkig te zijn. Maar als het eerste ontbreekt, dan is alles verloren.

I am lost! Someone has taken over my mind and is controlling it! Someone is in command of all my actions, movements, and thoughts. I am nothing inside, merely a spectator enslaved and terrified by everything I do.

A la moitié du chemin de la vraie vie, nous étions environnés d'une sombre mélancolie, qu'ont exprimée tant de mots railleurs et tristes, dans le café de la jeunesse perdue.

Nel mezzo del cammin della vera vita, eravamo circondati da una malinconia oscura, che tante parole tristi e beffarde hanno espresso, nel caffè della gioventù perduta.

At the halfway point of the journey making up real life, we were surrounded by a gloomy melancholy, one expressed by so many derisive and sorrowful words in the café of lost youth.

Maybe I'm not cold. Maybe I'm just lost. Do lonely and cold feel the same? At bottom are they the same thing?

my cries were lost in the hell-born babel of the howling wind-wraiths.

about. I looked around helplessly

The city blew the windows of my brain wide open. But being in a place so bright, fast and brilliant made you vertiginous with possibility: it didn't necessarily help you grasp those possibilities. I still had no idea what I was going to do. I felt directionless and lost in the crowd. I couldn't yet see how the city worked, but I began to find out.

All creation is really a re-creation of a once loved and once whole, but now lost and ruined object, a ruined internal world and self. It is when the world within us is destroyed, when it is dead and loveless, when our loved ones are in fragments, and we ourselves in helpless despair—it is then that we must re-create our world anew, reassemble the pieces, infuse life into dead fragments, re- create life.

I'm so tired I forget who I am sometimes.

Emily tried a smile, but it just wasn't happening. "Well, well, well," she said when they were alone. "If it isn't the good one I let get away.

There a coffee bar near here?" she asked. "A Starbucks," Myron said. "I'll drive." "I don't want to go with you, Emily." She gave him the smile. "Lost my charms, have I?" "They lost their effect on me a long time ago." Half lie. She

What I wanted to do was to get that sense of being in touch with this lost world while holding onto what draws readers and audiences there in the first place.