#lost

They flee from me that sometime did me seek With naked foot, stalking in my chamber. I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek, That now are wild and do not remember That sometime they put themself in danger To take bread at my hand; and now they range, Busily seeking with a continual change. ↗

— Thomas Wyatt

#poetry #change

When you stop talking, you've lost your customer. When you turn your back, you've lost her. ↗

— Estee Lauder

#customer #her #lost #stop #talking

You are lost the moment you know what the result will be. ↗

— Juan Gris

#lost #moment #result #will #you

We are all victims because of the circumstances, but I'm not sure what to say to any one who has lost a loved one. I know the feeling myself, and words just don't do much to ease the pain. ↗

— Lonnie Earl Johnson

#because #circumstances #ease #feeling #i

I thought it was very important that femininity wasn't lost. ↗

— Donna Mills

#i #important #lost #thought #very

I built my own hi-fi set and enjoyed helping friends with their amateur radio transmitters, but lost interest as soon as they worked. ↗

— Robert W. Wilson

#built #enjoyed #friends #helping #hi-fi

Blood is a cleansing and sanctifying thing, and the nation that regards it as the final horror has lost its manhood... there are many things more horrible than bloodshed, and slavery is one of them! ↗

— Padraic Pearse

#bloodshed #cleansing #final #horrible #horror

In the last four years, I heard the same thing over and over again from people: 'We've had enough,' 'Our country is drifting,' 'We've lost our way.' ↗

— Ted Yoho

#country #drifting #enough #four #had

I've crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I've come to a place I never thought I'd have to come to. And I don't know how I got here. It's a strange place. It's a place where a little harmless dreaming and then some sleepy, early-morning talk has led me into considerations of death and annihilation. ↗

— Raymond Carver

#death #dreaming #insomnia #life #lost

I believe that all my work explores the human desire or obsession for utopias, and the structure of all my works is the search for utopias lost and rediscovered. ↗

— Marguerite Young

#desire #explores #human #i #i believe