#lost

A bird that has lost it's feathers can no longer sail through the sky's. And a person who has lost her memories can no longer find her way through the world she once called home. But still, I keep my faith. But as long as I have my life, new memories will be carved into the sand of time. ↗

— Sakura

#lost-memories #faith

I told him I had once lost everything I had, too, and that I think that can be God’s way of building walls around us to force us to look up at Him. ↗

— Kimberly Novosel

#god #inspiration #loss #lost #love

The root of liberalism, in a word, is hatred of compulsion, for liberalism has the respect for the individual and his conscience and reason which the employment of coercion necessarily destroys. The liberal has faith in the individual – faith that he can be persuaded by rational means to beliefs compatible with social good. ↗

— Harold Edmund Stearns

#compulsion #conscience #faith #individual #liberal

Sometimes when you lose your way, you find YOURSELF. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#destination #destiny #faith #faith-in-yourself #find-yourself

When a lost loved one appears before you, it's your brain that fights it, not your heart. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#ghost #lost-love #family

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 Williams

#lost #love #friendship

Smartass Disciple: Master, I don’t need a fairytale.I need you to tell me the truth. Master of Stupidity: It is not funny if you just found it. No drama if no lost at first. ↗

— Toba Beta

#fairy-tale #fun #lost-and-found #truth #funny

He imagined over and over the few moments they had together, kiss and touch and stickiness, until those moments congealed to a single kiss, a single touch: a pearl. Then even her face was lost in a blur, only the smallest sensation remained. And then nothing. He was over forty now. He thought of her but the sensuous arousals that once troubled him no longer stirred in him the same seismic memory: he didn't feel hate, or distance, or love, or passion. Only safety. Nothing can touch me now. Only pity. What will you do, whom I cannot save? ↗

— Eric Gamalinda

#imagination

Stop in somebody's shadow to rest and cool down, and you are lost. No one can make anyone else happy. ↗

— Peter Deunov

#direction #empowerment #happy #inspirational #lost

Open your minds, my friends. We all fear what we don't understand. ↗

— Dan Brown

#inspirational #the-lost-symbol #inspirational