#lost

I dreamed of dying, long before my dreams have died. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#dreams #dying #lost #unfulfilled #unhappy

Nos-tal-gic,’ Akira said, as though it were a word he had been struggling to find. Then he said a word in Japanese, perhaps the Japanese for ‘nostalgic.’ ‘Nos-tal-gic. It is good to be nos-tal-gic. Very important.’ ‘Really, old fellow?’ ‘Important. Very important. Nostalgic. When we nostalgic, we remember. A world better than this world we discover when we grow. We remember and wish good world come back again. So very important. Just now, I had dream. I was boy. Mother, Father, close to me. in our house.’ He fell silent and continued to gaze across the rubble. ‘Akira,’ I said, sensing that the longer this talk went on, the greater was some danger I did not wish fully to articulate. ‘We should move on. We have much to do. ↗

— Kazuo Ishiguro

#happiness #illusions #innocence #loss #lost-innocence

I believe that we are lost here in America, but I believe we shall be found. And this belief, which mounts now to the catharsis of knowledge and conviction, is for me--and I think for all of us--not only our own hope, but America's everlasting, living dream. ↗

— Thomas Wolfe

#found #hope #lost #dreams

Foggy nights bring some comfort. He can get lost in the mist and there is no one to stare or question. ↗

— Susie Clevenger

#comfort #fear #freedom #lost #poetry

You never know what you have till you've lost it. ↗

— Alyson Noel

#loss #misattributed #lost

Missing, one stunningly attractive teenage boy. Answers to 'Jace' or 'Hot Stuff ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-lightwood #lost

I never cared,” he said. “I wanted you anyway. I always wanted you. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-lightwood #lost

I will have you know I practiced that speech. In front of a mirror before you got here." "So what do you think it meant?" "I'm not sure," Jace admitted, "but I know I look damn good delivering it. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-wayland #lost

He is a Shadowhunter,” said Jocelyn. “His loyalty will be to Clave and Covenant.” “He’s my friend,” said Magnus coldly. “His loyalty is to me. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#loyalty #magnus-bane #lost

It was her. No one had eyes like that. Eyes as pure as the sky on a fresh, wintery morning. Ones that sucked him in and refused to let go. No one had her touch. Feather light and warm. A touch that sizzled his insides and brought him to his knees. And no one had that pure, simple, cherry-vanilla scent. The sweetness that was only her, like she was a dessert made just for him. To lick, nibble, and enjoy. ↗

— Justine Dell

#hot #long-lost-love #love-story #romance #dreams