The Lost Quotes

To get lost, all you need is poetry.

To find yourself, get lost for others.

I want to accidentally fall into a deep ocean of love and get lost.

I have found the key to a happy life is to get lost in love.

Well, we're originally from Glace Bay."Grandma Elsie's eyes glittered. She was looking at one of her own, a lost Cape Bretoner in need of help and offering a new story. "Tell me all about it, dear.

Not all those who wander are lost.

Go somewhere you know nothing about and see what happens.

The subconscious mind is shielding or showing numerous potential paths, based on what it determines would represent a consistent reality for you.

I’m fine. I’m at an antique store, by the clothes store just a mile or so from-” “Which clothes store, Tess? If you haven’t noticed, there are about a million.

Part of the urge to explore is a desire to become lost.

We are homeless enough in this world under the best of circumstances without going to any special effort to test our capacity to be more so.

Once we are lost unto ourselves, everything else is lost to us.

When you take action-think.When you fail-think.When you are in doubt-think.When you have lost your way-think.You are nothing but your thoughts.

Just because all your friends are doing it, doesn't mean you have to follow suit. Don't be a blind follower, you don't know where you're going.

Ever been in a spelling bee as a kid? That snowy second after the announcement of the word as you sift your brain to see if you can spell it? It was like that, the blank panic.

Man is but lost in wishes, Of wealth, fame and riches, This airy castle he stitches, With logic that are his ditches.

There's so much I should say, so many things I should tell him, but in the end I tell him nothing.I cut a line and my losses, and I light a cigarette.

What's the point of wandering?to find a better place?a home?But the loneliness will always capture mein its clawsof no tomorrow

We are not lonely, because we chose to be alone.We are not lost, because we chose to disappear.

How sad it was to realize that sometimes you never got there. That sometimes you lived a whole life skittering across the surface as the years passed, unblessed.

I have all these things that I want to say to her, like... Like how I can tell she's a lonely person, even if other people can't. Cause I know what it feels like to be lost and lonely and invisible.

I believe that things we cry over because they are lost, can never be compared to things we will receive because of our loses. God is a great restorer!

It is the fool who declares ‘I am ascending the summit, ’ while he’s toddling around in the ditch.

You grow (and thrive!) by doing what excitesyou and what scares you everyday, not bytrying to find your passion.

I thought of the pieces of me I'd left behind, a piece here, a piece there, scattered like bread crumbs. How much of me was left?

In that moment, I felt differently to myself yet the essence of who I really was.Like a perfect state of balance.

So, yes, I will marry you. Someday. If you'll have me, " he said modestly."Of course I will, you idiot, " I said with a shriek, and threw myself into his arms.

There's not a day that goes by, without me thinking of you, dying, in someone else's arms.

How will we ever get out of the labyrinth of suffering ?

With God, being lost is nothing more than an idea that never has and never will be anything more than an idea.

My room is so quiet and empty it hurts.

Each time a breeze starts, I feel the air all the way through me.

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.

When the bell rings, and lunch is over, I decide to come back here tomorrow, and the next day. I tell myself it really isn’t that bad.

We don't have to always win, Sometimes we need to be deprived by others to improve ourselves.

Why is it that we don’t worry about a compass until we’re lost in a wilderness of our own making?

I am lost in my world, invisible - unknown.Moon please lend meyour light that someonewill me see me.

People spend their entire lives at those lower altitudes without any awareness that this high country exists.

Love can give you such happiness, then can break the very heart it filled, leaving a hole that can never be fixed or protected by any armour.

And the geography of the thing--the geography of them--was completely and hopelessly wrong.

The fate of all things cherished and expensive, to be lost at hazard, and well before their time

When she had died, his anchor was gone and the world had burned from his untethered insanity.

Yesterday, I got lost.You did too.So what?People get lost all the time.It's just a matter of finding yourself, and treasuring that.

Powell’s face appeared on screen. “It’s true, the doomsday crowd is a little crazy, ” she said, looking thoughtful. “But that doesn’t mean they’re wrong.

Uh, she said maybe your eyes matched the Fog like a synchronous magnetic field?” “I don’t even know what language that is.

A book, child. A book just for you, in a lost language.

Everybody wants their own little place in the world. And maybe mine is here… Loving you from a distance…

Underwater madness slipping into a haze, drowning and choking in repugnant nostalgic thoughts.

Maybe I'd see how you could be so certain that we had no chance...at all.

And I remember quiet evenings trembling close to you...