Best 27 of Feeling lost quotes - MyQuotes
When I was last in Paris I was dirt poor, hiding from the Vietnam War. One night, in an old church, I considered taking my life. I didn't know how to be so young and not belong anywhere, stuck among so many perplexing melodies.
I've been dropped off in a place I do not belong anymore. Certainly not here with Mother and Daddy,...
It's easy not to be disappointed when you're always wading in the shallow end of feelings.
I do not know if there is a more dreadful word in the English language than that word "lost.
I stare off into space for a minute. "I just wish my life would go back to the way it was." "Why?" "Because I was happy then. Things weren't perfect, but still, I knew where I fit. I knew where I was going." "And you don't feel that way anymore?" "No. I feel kind of...lost in the middle of my own life, if that makes any sense.
Never, never make the mistake of thinking you’re the only alien on the planet. But that’s exactly the way I did feel – different desks, different schedule, halls and halls and halls that all looked the same to me. Everybody else knew their way around. I might as well have been a million light years from home. And lost.
Those of you that are lost, come to me. Let me come to you and love you. Let me touch your heart with pure love. Let me find you and show you the light.
And here is this boy, who acts like he spent his life with a map and I'm the buried treasure.
When that day comes, I want to remember that the questions, frustrations, and believe that I am lost are all signs that I chose an authentic path, not a stagnant finish line.
Basically, I was so worried about what everyone else was thinking, I forgot about what I was thinking.
For the last twenty years I feel as if I have been waiting for my life to happen between the pages of a book, the book I am reading while I wait to arrive at the destination I am destined for.
I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
I discovered I was infected with a terrible suspicion of myself and my inability to stay still, my dreadful insomnia of place.
What's the point of wandering? to find a better place? a home? But the loneliness will always capture me in its claws of no tomorrow