Top 1200 Lost Time Quotes & Sayings - Page 6

Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain.

I lost a lot of money, lost my wife and kids.

The stage lost a fine actor, even as science lost an acute reasoner, when [Holmes] became a specialist in crime.

I was absolutely lost in love and life when I did my drawings. Time stood still.

My good opinion once lost is lost forever.

The Bible has lost every major battle it has ever fought. The Bible was quoted to defend slavery and the bible lost. The Bible was quoted to keep women silent, and the Bible lost. And the Bible is being quoted to deny homosexuals their equal rights, and the Bible will lose.

The first time I kissed Brad my knees went weak - I literally lost my breath!

We have not passed that subtle line between childhood and adulthood until we have stopped saying 'It got lost,' and say, 'I lost it.'

No one returns from Christianity to the same state he was before Christianity but into a worse state: the difference between a pagan and an apostate is the difference between an unmarried woman and an adulteress. For faith perfects nature but faith lost corrupts nature. Therefore many men of our time have lost not only the supernatural light but also the natural light which pagans possessed.

Time dissolves in summer anyway: days are long, weekends longer. Hours get all thin and watery when you are lost in the book you'd never otherwise have time to read. Senses are sharper - something about the moist air and bright light and fruit in season - and so memories stir and startle.

The wolves knew when it was time to stop looking for what they'd lost, to focus instead on what was yet to come.

We have lost morals, justice, honor, piety and faith, and that sense of shame which, once lost, can never be restored.

A sweet thing, for whatever time, to revisit in dreams the dear dad we have lost.

My first match was against Razor Ramon. I lost. Come to think about it, I lost a lot back in those days.

Whoever prays is certainly saved. He who does not is certainly damned. All the blessed have been saved by prayer. All the damned have been lost through not praying. If they had prayed they would not have been lost. And this is, and will be their greatest torment in hell: to think how easily they might have been saved, just by asking God for His grace, but that now it is too late - their time of prayer is gone.

In lightness the root is lost. In haste the ruler is lost.

Time lost can never be recovered...and this should be written in flaming letters everywhere.

I learned to assemble a rifle in the dark and was trained as a sniper so that I could hit the center of the target time after time. As it happened, I never did get into actual combat, but that didn't prevent my being severely wounded. I almost lost both my feet as a result of a bombing attack on Jerusalem.

Vanish. Pass into nothingness: the Keats line that frightened her. Fade as the blue nights fade, go as the brightness goes. Go back into the blue. I myself placed her ashes in the wall. I myself saw the cathedral doors locked at six. I know what it is I am now experiencing. I know what the frailty is, I know what the fear is. The fear is not for what is lost. What is lost is already in the wall. What is lost is already behind the locked doors. The fear is for what is still to be lost. You may see nothing still to be lost. Yet there is no day in her life on which I do not see her.

The Catholic Church [with Pope John Paul II] has lost its shepherd. The world has lost a champion of human freedom.

... why I like timetables, because they make sure I don't get lost in time.

If you lose your wealth, you have lost nothing; if you lose your health, you have lost something; but if you lose your character, you have lost everything.

Youth and what the Italians so prettily call stamina. The vigor, the fire, that enables you to love and create. When you've lost that, you've lost everything.

By the time I make my way to the border of Mauritania, to the edge of the Sahara, I see no end to being lost. You can spend your entire life simply falling in that direction. It isn't a station you reach but just the general state of going down. Once you make it back, if you make it back, you will stand before your long-lost friends but in some essential way they will no longer know you.

I lost my biological father when I was 9, I lost my stepfather at 23. Both men had such a deep impact in my understanding of life.

My father was an urchin that lived in Hell's Kitchen. He was part of a family of nine. I mean, there were times that were better and worse, but mostly, by the time we got to L.A., they'd lost whatever they had. And it was a sad time. And both he and I became truck drivers for different companies.

I can see time," whispered Mogget, so softly that his words were lost.

It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.

A man went to Istanbul, his first visit there. On his way to a business meeting, this man lost his way. He began raging at himself for getting lost, until a realization allowed him to transcend his ire. "How can I be lost? I've never been here before?" pp 104-105

For years afterwards when Amory thought of Eleanor he seemed still to hear the wind sobbing around him and sending little chills into the places beside his heart. The night when they rode up the slope and watched the cold moon float through the clouds, he lost a further part of him that nothing could restore; and when he lost it he lost also the power of regretting it.

Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.

Teaching is not a lost art, but the regard for it is a lost tradition.

I made my first million by the time I was 31 and promptly lost it when I got divorced.

I think that all writing is in search of lost time. I'm starting to realise that very clearly.

The trouble with the lost generation is that it didn't get lost enough.

Soil is not usually lost in slabs or heaps of magnificent tonnage. It is lost a little at a time over millions of acres by the careless acts of millions of people. It cannot be saved by heroic feats of gigantic technology, but only by millions of small acts and restraints, conditioned by small fidelities, skills, and desires. Soil loss is ultimately a cultural problem; it will be corrected only by cultural solutions.

When all else is lost and gone forever, there is yearning. Only desire trumps time.

It is a surprising and memorable, as well as valuable experience, to be lost in the woods any time.

You're different. You're more perfect. Time is three things for most people, but for you, for us, just one. A singularity. One moment. This moment. Like you're the center of the clock, the axis on which the hands turn. Time moves about you but never moves you. It has lost its ability to affect you. What is it they say? That time is theft? But not for you. Close your eyes and you can start all over again. Conjure up that necessary emotion, fresh as roses.

In England, we've spent a bit of time being lost as to what our modern identity is.

If you were approaching the TARP investments from a pure investment standpoint, then there's no doubt in my mind the taxpayer lost, and probably lost big.

If we lose our money while traveling, think how frantically we search for it! In the same way, if we are unable to do japa even for a brief moment, we should grieve: 'Alas, Lord, I have lost so much time!' If there is such anguish, even the time we spend sleeping will not be wasted.

He had a stellar talent. I not only lost a contemporary in the death of Robert E. Howard. The world lost a writer of extraordinary gifts.

The thing I like so much about short stories is that there isn't as much of an investment of time so I'm free to experiment more. If it doesn't work out, I've only lost a week or two of work. If I screw up a novel I've lost at least a year's worth of work. But the nice thing is that those experiments with short stories can be carried over to novels when the experiments do work.

Time is a resource that is non-renewable and non-transferable. You cannot store it, slow it up, hold it up, divide it up or give it up. You can’t hoard it up or save it for a rainy day—when it’s lost it is unrecoverable. When you kill time, remember that it has no resurrection.

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.

Anesthesia is quite remarkable. It's lost time. And you wake up kind of refreshed.

For quite some time, I lost my way, not only business-wise but personally.

I lost my first mayor's race. I lost the primary. But we came back and won that. So I know you've got to play to win, but you can't be afraid to lose.

Memo?ry was a curse, yes, he thought, but it was also the greatest gift. Because if you lost memory you lost everything.

First up, the lost and found has gone missing. It itself, is lost. So please try not to lose anything until we find it.

Anesthesia is quite remarkable. Its lost time. And you wake up kind of refreshed.

With what hope can we endeavor to persuade the ladies that the time spent at the toilet is lost in vanity.

Poetry is what is lost in translation. It is also what is lost in interpretation.

Anything too far out of tune with our attitude is lost, either in the ears themselves or somewhere beyond, but it is lost.

As light fades and the shadows deepen, all petty and exacting details vanish, everything trivial disappears, and I see things as they are in great strong masses: the buttons are lost, but the sitter remains; the sitter is lost, but the shadow remains; the shadow is lost, but the picture remains. And that, night cannot efface from the painter's imagination.

I lost the plot for a while then. And I lost the subplot, the script, the soundtrack, the intermission, my popcorn, the credits, and the exit sign.

Perhaps," said the man, "you would like to be lost with us. I have found it much more agreeable to be lost in the company of others.

France has lost the battle but she has not lost the war.

The people who lost the elections do not want to admit that they really lost, that the one who won was closer to the people and better understood what ordinary voters want. They are absolutely reluctant to admit this, and prefer deluding themselves and others into thinking it was not their fault, that their policy was correct, they did all the right things, but someone from the outside thwarted them. But it was not so. They just lost and they have to admit it.