Quotes about Lost

There are many elder sons and elder daughters who are lost while still at home.

The parable that Rembrandt painted might well be called "The Parable of the Lost Sons." Not only did the younger son, who left home to look for freedom and happiness in a distant country, get lost, but the one who stayed home also became a lost man. Exteriorly he did all the things a good son is supposed to do, but, interiorly, he wandered away from his father. He did his duty, worked hard every day, and fulfilled all his obligations but became increasingly unhappy and unfree.

Somehow I have become deaf to the voice that calls me the Beloved, have left the only place where I can hear that voice, and have gone off desperately hoping that I would find somewhere else what I could no longer find at home.

Holiness grows so fast where there is kindness. The world is lost for want of sweetness and kindness. Do not forget we need each other.

At least for a moment we all saw, I think, that the danger of pluralism is that it becomes factionalism, and that if factions grind their separate axes too vociferously, something mutual, precious, and human is in danger of being drowned out and lost.

The shepherd who would give more abundant life to the lost sheep is bound to have wolves howling about him and thus to be led ultimately to his death. It was only the sight of the Shepherd crucified that made the sheep realize how much the Shepherd cared.

Think of me as a guide. Think of yourself as a wanderer in a dark wood. It's about to get darker.

You don't understand much, he says. Why do you think I was lost in the impenetrable forest in the first place?

Time lost can never be retrieved. Time cannot be hoarded, only spent well.

Riches can all be lost, but that happiness in your own heart can only be veiled, and it will still bring you happiness again, as long as you live. As long as you can look fearlessly up into the heavens, as long as you know that you are pure within, and that you will still find happiness.

It may be one of those miracles where your heart sinks, because you think it means you have lost. But in surrender you have won. And if it were me, after a moment, I would say, Thanks.

When I had journeyed half of our life's way, I found myself within a shadowed forest, for I had lost the path that does not stray.