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More good things in life are lost by indifference than ever were lost by active hostility.
History is our guide, and without a knowledge of history, we are lost!
And as for those who might have been following me, odds are I lost them long, long ago. Nothing to do but keep on driving as clearly as if I hadn't, flashing my change of lane and exit, in case there's anyone who needs to know.
I want to be your last thought when you go to bed and the first one when you open your eyes again. Let me seep into your subconscious.
The Marquis stepped between Richard and Door. 'You can't go back to your old home or your old job or your old life,' he said to Richard almost gently. 'None of those things exist. Up there, you don't exist.' They had reached a junction: a place where three tunnels came together. Door and Hunter set off along one of them, the one that no water was coming down, and they did not look back. The Marquis lingered. 'You'll just have to make the best of it down here,' he said to Richard, 'in the sewers and the magic and the dark.
It frequently happens that when the dominant culture loses a vision or actively suppresses it, this lost knowledge arises again among those excluded from that culture.
Where is the good memories ? Where is Love ?
I, on the other hand, felt as I always have, like I were water seeping from a broken pot; I existed but had no form to hold me in place.
If I lost my job, I'd get a job at McDonald's.
I got fame and fortune, and I lost my sense of reasoning.
What happened to your hand? It got hit by a mirror. How'd that happen? I lost my temper at myself.
S. J. Watson
Pain, or pleasure. I could not tell where one ended and the other began.
My best friend is dead, and I could have saved her. It’s so wrong so completely and painfully wrong, that I walked through my front door tonight smiling.
How do you love someone and just… walk away? Just like that. You just, go on as normal…. You get up, get dressed, go to work… How can you do that? How can you be okay with that?
Don't lose hope. If your hope gets lost, the other side called "failure" begins to win! The quickest medicine to heal a depressed soul is to command; "arise my soul and praise the Lord". Hope is the clothe piece in which wraps a healthy soul!
I feel like in the '90s, horror just lost its way and everything became so safe and watered-down.
The fate of all things cherished and expensive, to be lost at hazard, and well before their time
Mandy would much rather have imaginary friends who were real than real friends who were imaginary.
Continents of memory had been lost.
I lost my ridiculous accent without acquiring another
At the present moment, the security of coherent philosophy, which existed from Parmenides to Hegel, is lost.
How could I explain to this girl what Will and I had been to each other, the way I felt that no person in the world had ever understood me like he did or ever would again? How could she understand that losing him was like having a hole shot straight through me, a painful, constant reminder, an absence I could never fill?
And then there are days of being lost in the woods, not knowing the fate, but just being a wanderer - That's life
You're reaching out And no one hears you cry You're freaking out again 'Cause all your fears Remind you another dream has come undone You feel so small and lost like you're the only one You wanna scream 'cause you're Desperate You want somebody, just anybody To lay their hands on your soul tonight You want a reason to keep believin' That someday you're gonna see the light You're in the dark There's no one left to call And sleep's your only friend Well even sleep Can't hide you from all those tears And all the pain and all the days You wasted pushin' them away It's your life, it's time you face it
It's a wonderful thing to write. You can reclaim the things you lost.
All the lessons of history and experience must be lost upon us if we are content to trust alone to the peculiar advantages we happen to possess.
People only see as far as they are able and the rest of the truth is lost on them.
It is the deepest of wrongs I am driven to write…. And losing you was one of them.
While they rested, he searched for landmarks. The mountains they’d walked into were gone, a hazy gray ceiling of storm clouds in their place. It gave him the unsettling feeling of being caught inside a box. Ash turned and looked back the other direction. His attention caught on the forked top of a pine tree and he frowned. What the hell…? That looks like the same tree we passed fifteen minutes ago. It felt for a moment like he was in a poorly designed game and had just come across a repeating landscape. His gaze dropped down to the path where they’d just passed. His stomach churned uneasily. The trail was a faded smudge, the line of it almost too faint to follow in the gathering darkness, but there was a small outcrop of rocks in the trees that also looked familiar. His attention jumped back to the pronged top of the branches. “What the…?
Lord save us all from a hope tree that has lost the faculty of putting out blossoms.
The need to speak, even if one has nothing to say, becomes more pressing when one has nothing to say, just as the will to live becomes more urgent when life has lost its meaning.
I used to be lost in us. Blurred were the lines that separated us. But now, I see our togetherness in our separateness. I see the you in me and the me in you. We are two independent beings who complement one another like photographs that are beautiful on their own but are enhanced when juxtaposed, creating an altogether new photograph.
A make-up artist I know polished her Oscar and it lost its lustre. But if you don't polish it, it doesn't tarnish.
The Ten Commandments have lost their validity...Conscience is a Jewish invention. It is a blemish like circumcision.
Oceanic farness treasures tomorrow Mingled tears lost in the sea of sorrow Our immortal love will lead us a way When pale days remain cloudy and grey
She could now be sad without losing a jot of hope. Nay, rather, the least approach of sadness would begin at once to wake her hope. She regretted nothing that had come, nothing that had gone. She believed more and more that not anything worth having is ever lost; that even the most evanescent shades of feeling are safe for those who grow after their true nature, toward that for which they were made—in other and higher words, after the will of God.
While we are making up our minds as to when we shall begin. the opportunity is lost.
In lightness the root is lost. In haste the ruler is lost.
We are lost, she and I, unseen and not seeing, unheard and not hearing, unknown by others.
Making pictures, for an actress, is like betting, for a gambler. Each time you make a picture you try to analyze why you won or lost.
There's something inside you that knows when you're in the center, that knows when you're on the beam or off the beam. And if you get off the beam to earn money, you've lost your life. And if you stay in the center and don't get any money, you still have your bliss.
We lost, and that's the main thing that went wrong.
I had lost my mind and fallen into my heart.
Lailah Gifty Akita
Without his Maker, a man is lost in wander.
Getting lost is not fatal. Almost every time, it will make your world.
We looked like a parade barely moving toward YOU MIGHT GET LOST.
I was running and deliberately lost my way. The world far off and nothing but my breath and the very next step and it’s like hypnosis. The feeling of conquering my own aliveness with no task but to keep going, making every way the right away and that’s a metaphor for everything.
There's a virtue in slowness, which we have lost
Every kid's afraid of that right? That someday you'll be left in a corner, like a toy, staring with button eyes and a broken heart.
They knew how to live with nature and get along with nature. They didn't try too hard to be all men and no animal. That's the mistake we made when Darwin showed up. We embraced him and Huxley and Freud, all smiles. And then we discovered that Darwin and our religions didn't mix. Or at least we didn't think they did. We were fools. We tried to budge Darwin and Huxley and Freud. They wouldn't move very well. So, like idiots, we tried knocking down religion. We succeeded pretty well. We lost our faith and went around wondering what life was for. If art was no more than a frustrated outflinging of desire, if religion was no more than self-delusion, what good was life? Faith had always given us answer to all things. But it all went down the drain with Freud and Darwin. We were and still are lost people.