Lost Quotes - Page 17

I have few illusions: the cause is lost in advance. As for me, I do my part, which is to drag a fairly drab existence to its conclusion.

I think you are wrong, Basil, but I won't argue with you. It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue.

Why is it so difficult to find God? Because you're looking for something you've never lost.

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

Well, when one's lost, I suppose it's good advice to stay where you are until someone finds you.

What is it about us human beings that we can’t let go of lost things?

We meditate to find, to recover, to come back to something of ourselves we once dimly and unknowingly had and have lost without knowing what it was or where or when we lost it.

What good is regret? It brings back nothing. What we have lost is irretrievable.

I lost you when you left me to find yourself.

I've always joked about Joe Montana not appreciating his Super Bowls nearly as much as I do because he never lost one. We lost three before we got one

To seek yourself in this world is to be lost; and to be humble is to be exalted.

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.

General benevolence, but not general friendship, made a man what he ought to be.

The more one was lost in unfamiliar quarters of distant cities, the more one understood the other cities he had crossed to arrive there.

More matches are lost through carelessness at the beginning than any other cause.

I must confess that I lost faith in the sanity of the world

Maybe we're born lost, born to persevere

If women understand by emancipation the adoption of the masculine role then we are lost indeed.

Through zeal, knowledge is gotten; through lack of zeal, knowledge is lost.

Football games aren't won, they're lost.

There are three things we cry for in life: things that are lost, things that are found, and things that are magnificent.

I chose the road less traveled. Now I'm lost.

Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it?

I don't remember who was there, except Dora. I have not the least idea what we had for dinner, besides Dora. My impression is, that I dined off Dora, entirely, and sent away half-a-dozen plates untouched. I sat next to her. I talked to her. She had the most delightful little voice, the gayest little laugh, the pleasantest and most fascinating little ways, that ever led a lost youth into hopeless slavery. She was rather diminutive altogether. So much the more precious, I thought.

I had totally lost my way. I lost focus. I lost myself.