All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.
Not all those who wander are lost.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Parents are often so busy with the physical rearing of children that they miss the glory of parenthood, just as the grandeur of the trees is lost when raking leaves.
Forgiveness is the remission of sins. For it is by this that what has been lost, and was found, is saved from being lost again.
When a man has lost all happiness, he's not alive. Call him a breathing corpse.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
When all else is lost, the future still remains.
Most ball games are lost, not won.
What the hell difference does it make, left or right? There were good men lost on both sides.
I'm not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I'm not sure that I want to wake up.
In this world, it is too common for people to search for someone to lose themselves in. But I am already lost. I will look for someone to find myself in.
Weeping is not the same thing as crying. It takes your whole body to weep, and when it's over, you feel like you don't have any bones left to hold you up.
But maybe you never really had someone, she thought now. Maybe, no matter how much you loved them, they could slip through your fingers like water, and there was nothing you could do about it.
I half closed my eyes and imagined this was the spot where everything I'd ever lost since my childhood had washed up, and I was now standing here in front of it, and if I waited long enough, a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field and gradually get larger until I'd see it was Tommy, and he'd wave, and maybe even call.
I thought you were gone forever, I thought you’d walked away from everything, because I failed, because I destroyed the only thing that ever mattered to me. I waited for you to come, but you didn’t.
You get use to someone—start to like them, even—and they leave. In the end, everyone leaves.
No one compares to you, but there's no you, except in my dreams tonight.
…the sad part is, that I will probably end up loving you without you for much longer than I loved you when I knew you. Some people might find that strange. But the truth of it is that the amount of love you feel for someone and the impact they have on you as a person, is in no way relative to the amount of time you have known them.
There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.