Category Archives: LOST

“Melancholy were the sounds on a winter’s night.” ― Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room

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Men returning home on these nights 
have been led astray by the " faeu Bellengier " or Will o' 
the wisp, and when they believed themselves to be close to 
their own doors have found themselves, they knew not 
how, in quite another part of the island.  


If you dig a hole for someone else, you’ll fall into it. Hungarian.

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“I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost… I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place.
But, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes me a long time to get out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in. It’s a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault. I get out immediately.

walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

I walk down another street.”

― Portia Nelson, There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk: The Romance of Self-Discovery

Look at the stars! Look, look up at the skies! Oh look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air! The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there! Gerard Manley Hopkins

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Sometimes you get there in spite of the route
Losing track of your life and what it’s about
The road seems to know when to straighten right out…
I could wonder if all of it led me to you
I could show you the arrows and circles I drew
I didn’t have a map, it’s the best I could do
On the fly and on the run

Mary Chapin Carpenter

“Granny Weatherwax was not lost. She wasn’t the kind of person who ever became lost.

“Granny Weatherwax was not lost. She wasn’t the kind of person who ever became lost. It was just that, at the moment, while she knew exactly where SHE was, she didn’t know the position of anywhere else.”
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I’d left the camp, and lost my way,
‘Mid tangled vines and ferns;
And puzzled was which way to take
From out the many turns;
When presently I saw some smoke
Through swamp oaks wreathing up,
And close beside me soon I heard
The yelping of a pup.
A forked stick, two sheets of bark,
A low, small fire in front,
And on the ground there sat a black, –
He’d just returned from hunt.
And on the coals a sumptuous meal –
A ‘possum roasting whole –
Among the ashes two corn cobs,
Which he that morning stole.
I told him I had lost my way,
Was weary, and footsore.
He pointed to a log, and then
Was silent as before.
I questioned him – Why all alone?
Where piccaninny, gin?
He sullen looked, and then replied:
“White fellow bin take him.
“And he bin promise gib it me,
Clothes, blanket, and white bread,
Bacca, and rum, and budgery things;
Baal gib it though,” he said.
“And many moons I’ve trabbled bin
With white man long a dray;
But now me going back to tribe;
Baal me now with him stay.
“Almost all gone, blackfellow, now;
Baal plenty kangaroo;
Whitefellow sit down everywhere,
Him take it all land, too.”
He led me on, I’d wandered far,
For now ‘twas almost night,
Then pointing to my camp, he turned,
And soon was lost to sight.
I thought ‘tis late now to begin,
At this the eleventh hour,
Yet still a something might be done
By those who have the power,
For those once owners of the soil,
Neglected thus so long;
I would I had the poet’s gift,
I’d plead their cause in song.
(Kiama Independent, March 28, 1884)

Michael was a monkey, and a lonely chimpanzee, Trying hard to find a lady chimp to share his tree.

There was but one hiccup in this quest to soothe his heart:

Every time he talked to monkey girls he’d start to fart.

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Queensland Figaro (Brisbane, Qld. : 1901 – 1936), Saturday 4 October 1930,

Queensland Figaro (Brisbane, Qld. - 1901 - 1936), Saturday 4 October 1930,

“We don’t see many fat men walking on stilts.” Bud Miller

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When I was twenty-one, I wrote in
‘The Problem of Evil’ of how the partisans
always rather feared an odd
irrelevance of farce – and that today
a thin dog like a sphinx on stilts
would follow them forever aimlessly.
Jennifer Maiden

Trees like to have kids climb on them, but trees are much bigger than we are, and much more forgiving.

Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider


The Last of His Tribe

by Henry Kendall 

He crouches, and buries his face on his knees, 
And hides in the dark of his hair; 
For he cannot look up to the storm-smitten trees, 
Or think of the loneliness there- 
Of the loss and the loneliness there.

Some other Hand than mine was on that helm during the night.

Captain Arthur Rostron, reflecting on his safe passage among the icebergs to the lifeboats.

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“She loved the guy. She did it for him. She would’ve done anything for him. Some people are like that. Some loves are like that. Most loves are like that, from what I can see. Your heart starts to feel like an overcrowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat, and your self-respect and your independence. After a while you start throwing people out—your friends, everyone you used to know. And it’s still not enough. The lifeboat is still sinking, and you know it’s going to take you down with it. I’ve seen that happen to a lot of people here. I think that’s why I’m sick of love.”

― Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram

Not all those who wander are lost


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“It is worse to stay where one does not belong at all than to wander about lost for a while and looking for the psychic and soulful kinship one requires.”

― Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype

Gambling: The sure way of getting nothing from something.

~Wilson Mizner

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Drugs are a bet with your mind.”

“It’s like gambling, somehow. You go out for a night of drinking and you don’t know where you’re going to end up the next day. It could work out good, or it could be disastrous. It’s like the throw of the dice.”

― Jim Morrison

A stubborn horse walks behind you, an impatient horse walks in front of you, but a noble companion walks beside you.

Author Unknown

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“In the days before automobiles, people in horse-drawn wagons used to sleep if they were tired. They didn’t worry about getting lost, because the horse knew the way home. Your heart knows the way to your gifts. You can trust it to take you to them.”

― Barbara Sher, What Do I Do When I Want To Do Everything?: A Revolutionary Programme For Doing Everything That You Love



Only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the noonday sun.”

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“And now my old dog is dead, and another I had after him, and my parents are dead, and that first world, that old house, is sold and lost, and the books I gathered there lost, or sold- but more books bought, and in another place, board by board and stone by stone, like a house, a true life built, and all because I was steadfast about one or two things: loving foxes, and poems, the blank piece of paper, and my own energy- and mostly the shimmering shoulders of the world that shrug carelessly over the fate of any individual that they may, the better, keep the Niles and Amazons flowing.”
― Mary Oliver, Blue Pastures

Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them, humanity cannot survive.

– Buddha

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“Though we are incomplete, God loves us completely. Though we are imperfect, He loves us perfectly. Though we may feel lost and without compass, God’s love encompasses us completely. … He loves every one of us, even those who are flawed, rejected, awkward, sorrowful, or broken.”
― Dieter F. Uchtdorf

If you fear nothing, then you are not brave. You are merely too foolish to be afraid.

― Laurell K. Hamilton, Skin Trade

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“Whenever we feel lost, or insane, or afraid, all we have to do is ask for His help. The help might not come in the form we expected, or even thought we desired, but it will come, and we will recognize it by how we feel. In spite of everything, we will feel at peace.”
― Marianne Williamson