A Quote by Stephen King

Nothing is ever lost, Sarah. Nothing that can't be found. — © Stephen King
Nothing is ever lost, Sarah. Nothing that can't be found.
Nothing is hidden, nothing is ever lost, nothing is ever forgotten. That's always been part of my problem.
What's lost is nothing to what's found, and all the death that ever was, set next to life, would scarcely fill a cup.
History overflows time. Love overflows the allowance of the world. All the vessels overflow, and no end or limit stays put. Every shakable thing has got to be shaken. In a sense, nothing that was ever lost in Port William ever has been replaced. In another sense, nothing is ever lost, and we are compacted together forever, even by our failures, our regrets, and our longings.
Nothing is ever lost by courtesy. It is the cheapest of pleasures, costs nothing, and conveys much.
I Think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost . The body sluggish, aged, cold, the ember left from earlier fires shall duly flame again.
In the world it is called Tolerance, but in hell it is called Despair...the sin that believes in nothing, cares for nothing, seeks to know nothing, interferes with nothing, enjoys nothing, hates nothing, finds purpose in nothing, lives for nothing, and remains alive because there is nothing for which it will die.
...nothing ever happens quickly (except when it does). Nothing is ever, ever easy (except when it is). And, most of all, nothing ever goes perfectly according to plan (except in the movies).
I think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost .
When money is lost, a little is lost. When time is lost, much more is lost. When health is lost, practically everything is lost. And when creative spirit is lost, there is nothing left.
It is not possible to define. Nothing has ever been finally found out. Because there is nothing final to find out.
There was nothing in this world that was not a con, suddenly I understood this. Nothing really mattered, and nothing could be lost.
We laugh and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost, or dead, or far away: right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment.
Here there is no hope, and consequently no duty, no work, nothing to be gained by praying, nothing to be lost by doing what you like. Hell, in short, is a place where you have nothing to do but amuse yourself.
We come from nothing, we are going back to nothing-In the end what have we lost? Nothing!
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
I found myself desiring and knowing less and less, until I could say in utter astonishment: "I know nothing, I want nothing." Earlier I was sure of so many things, now I am sure of nothing. But I feel I have lost nothing by not knowing, because all my knowledge was false. My not knowing was in itself knowledge of the fact that all my knowledge is ignorance, that "I do not know" is the only true statement the mind can make....I do not claim to know what you do not. In fact, I know much less than you do.
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