Best 1979 quotes in «lost quotes» category

Love lost can be found again.

Love's too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt.

Major labels just lost their way. It's like the housing bubble. They lost a sense of the fundamentals.

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.

Maniacs of Procreation, bipeds with devalued faces, we have lost all appeal for each other.

Man ... feels lost without the direction-finder provide by progress.

Many Enron employees lost 70 percent to 90 percent of their retirement assets after the company indicated that it would re-state profit reports.

Many things are lost for want of asking.

Matches are won and lost so many times in the locker room.

Mary obtains salvation for all who have recourse to her. Oh! If all sinners had recourse to Mary, who would ever be lost? ... He who is protected by her will be saved; he who is not will be lost.

Maybe there is hope in the fragments, that what is lost can always be filled in by someone who knows.

Mattia thought that he and Alice were like that, twin primes, alone and lost, close but not close enough to really touch each other.

Maybe that was the price of loving someone: You lost your grasp of where they ended and you began.

Mankind is ever the same, and nothing lost out of nature, though everything is altered.

Men mourn for what they have lost; women for what they ain't got.

Maybe we're born lost, born to persevere

Modern marriage has lost its meaning--consequently it is being abolished.

Men have lost their reason in nothing so much as their religion, wherein stones and clouts make martyrs.

Money? I lost all taste for it.

Modesty once lost, never returns into favour.

Money lost is bewailed with unfeigned tears. [Lat., Ploratur lacrimis amissa pecunia veris.]

More good things in life are lost by indifference than ever were lost by active hostility.

Money itself isn’t lost or made.  It’s simply transferred from one perception to another.

Me howling blasts drive devious, tempest-tossed, / Sails ripped, seams opening wide, and compass lost.

Most complaints, you know, aren't won or lost on their own merits, but rather on larger issues--politics and the position of the planets.

More money is lost anticipating the changes in the overall stock market than any other way of investing.

Movies are now more often watched on the small screen anyway. But at least for me, what got lost in that is the difference in the medium.

My life is a dot lost among thousands of other dots.

My mother always wanted me to be glamorous. When I thought about that, it really fired me up, and once I lost all those pounds, I started to feel really good about myself.

Most fiction series are written so that the reader can come in at any point and not feel lost, but if you can start at the beginning, why not?

Musicians have to do what they do and express it musically. All the blah blah blah will get lost in the dialogue.

My definition of winning at squash is playing and surviving, and I've never lost a match.

My disappointments stand up and grow ever taller. They will not be lost to me.

My father was killed by a German mine, while I lost other relatives in Allied bombing attacks.

My father was always there for me when I lost. But, then, I never really lost when my father was there.

my friends don't seem to be friends at all but people whose phone numbers I haven't lost.

My greatest solace is my study. If I am deprived of my study, I can become lost, unhappy and unhinged.

My old friend Jack Benny has only had one ball all his golfing life. And now he's lost it. The string came off!

My wife she's fat. Why, if she lost a few pounds, she'd be perfectly round.

My old man said, `Follow the van, Don't dilly-dally on the way!' But I dillied and dallied, dallied and dillied, Lost the van and don't know where to roam.

My work as a psychoanalyst is to help patients recover their lost wholeness and to strengthen the psyche so it can resist future dismemberment.

My sonnet asserts that the sonnet still lives. My epic, should such fortune befall me, asserts that the heroic narrative is not lost - that it is born again.

Nations with nations mix'd confus'dly die, and lost in one promiscuous carnage lie.

Nationalism stems from catastrophes, whether they are caused by earthquakes or lost wars.

National Lampoon lost its audience when it went from monthly magazine to bimonthly to quarterly to annual to just making movies.

Nations have lost their old omnipotence; the patriotic tiedoes not hold. Nations are getting obsolete, we go and live where we will.

My writing, such as it is, grows out of my sense of discolation, I mean, dislocation. Having lost my place, I write to find my place, or to find once again that I have lost my place.

NAFTA stripped us of manufacturing jobs. We lost our jobs. We lost our money. We lost our plants. It is a disaster.

Neil Young is the prime example, the grand goal, if you will. He's still shredding, and he never lost his credibility.

Never does a person see any beauty in Christ as a Savior, until they discover that they are a lost and ruined sinner.