I have this recurring nightmare where I'm lost in a strange forest, and my only hope is your sense of direction. Enough to give a fellow the sweats, it is.
Gerald MorrisDon't make yourself so special," the dwarf said with a snort. "As if getting lost was some trick that only women knew. I've known men who could get lost in their own bedrooms. The only difference is that men with no sense of direction don't brag about it, the way women do.
Gerald MorrisYou think you know me, but I'm not sure that even I know who I am anymore.
Nicholas SparksTag: lost
Times moves differently down here in the dark. With no sunlight or shadows. No weather at all.
There's no future, no right now. Nothing but your memory to keep you company. But they keep me so angry and weak. I can barely think straight.
How long have I been locked up...wuuks? months?
I don't even konow how I got to this place. There are times I don't even know who I am anymore.
If a man says he is Christian, yet he has no problems knocking you up, having premarital sex or living in sin with you, then you have to ask yourself, “What version of Christ does he believe in?
Shannon L. AlderTag: morality lost fools christian-behavior sinners apostasy jaded blinded premarital-sex fake-christians traditional-values
It often felt like God had merely let me into a foyer where I could hear others playing my note in another room, with no way to get to the music. And that's really what I wanted to do. I wanted to play my note. I wanted to do the thing that made me feel alive.
Susan E. IsaacsTag: life lost god life-purpose
No one compares to you, but there's no you, except in my dreams tonight.
Lana Del ReyTag: love lost romance lyrics lost-love
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Edith’s clothes were flung in disarray on the floor beside the bed, the covers of which had been thrown back carelessly; she lay naked and glistening under the light on the white unwrinkled sheet. Her body was lax and wanton in its naked sprawl, and it shone like pale gold. William came nearer the bed. She was fast asleep, but in a trick of the light her slightly opened mouth seemed to shape the soundless words of passion and love. He stood looking at her for a long time. He felt a distant pity and reluctant friendship and familiar respect; and he felt also a weary sadness, for he knew that he would never again be moved as he had once been moved by her presence. The sadness lessened, and he covered her gently, turned out the light, and got in bed beside her.
John WilliamsTag: love lost fall-out-of-love
I dreamed of dying, long before my dreams have died.
Anthony LiccioneTag: lost dreams dying unhappy absent unfulfilled
When you’re lost there’s nowhere to go but forward. One step at a time – and the way will show itself.
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