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Lost Things Quotes

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Moïra Fowley-Doyle
“If you’re not careful you can spend your whole life looking for what you’ve lost.”
Moïra Fowley-Doyle, Spellbook of the Lost and Found

Moïra Fowley-Doyle
“Be careful what you wish for;
Not all lost things should be found.”
Moïra Fowley-Doyle, Spellbook of the Lost and Found

J.K. Rowling
“That’s no reason for them to take your things,” he said flatly. “D’you want help finding them?”
“Oh no,” she said, smiling at him. “They’ll come back, they always do in the end.”
JK. Rowling

Kristen Lepionka
“People give the worst advice about lost things. Retrace your steps. Pray to Saint Anthony. Think about where you last saw it. But that doesn't apply to the things that matter. Those are right in front of you, except they can't be found by looking for them. Only by looking at everything else.”
Kristen Lepionka, The Last Place You Look

Shannon Hale
“Things are never lost to you; you are lost to them. If ever in need of a Thing that has lost you, simply stop hiding from it.”
Shannon Hale, A Wonderlandiful World

Sara Teasdale
“Oh, I could let the world go by,
Its loud new wonders and its wars,
BUt how will I give up the sky
When winter dusk is set with stars?

And I could let the cities go,
Their changing customs and their creeds,–
In silver on the jewel-weeds!”
Sara Teasdale

“The abundance of gone things, it'll bury you.”
Alden Bell, The Reapers are the Angels

Alix E. Harrow
“Objects, too, have trickled through the doors between worlds, blown by strange winds, drifting on white-frosted waves, carried and discarded by careless travelers- even stolen, sometimes. Some of them have been lost or ignored or forgotten- books written in foreign tongues, clothes in strange fashions, devices with no use beyond their home worlds- but some of them have left stories in their wakes. Stories of magic lamps and enchanted mirrors, golden fleeces and fountains of youth, dragon-scale armor and moon-streaked broomsticks.”
Alix E. Harrow, The Ten Thousand Doors of January

Catherynne M. Valente
“September had no natural defense against lost things, being one herself. She could not quite have put it into words, but she felt profoundly, at the bottom of her new, shining heart, that she could find lost things. She could make them un-lost if she were brave enough. After all, if enough lost things band together, even in the darkest depths, they aren't really lost at all anymore.”
Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Fell Beneath Fairyland and Led the Revels There

Sara Teasdale
“Oh, I could let the world go by,
Its loud new wonders and its wars,
BUt how will I give up the sky
When winter dusk is set with stars?

And I could let the cities go,
Their changing customs and their creeds,–
But oh, the summer rains that blow
In silver on the jewel-weeds!”
Sara Teasdale, The Collected Poems

Haruki Murakami
“- Che cosa devo fare?
- Finora tu hai perso molte cose. Molte cose preziose. Il problema non è sapere di chi è la colpa. Il problema è che tu attaccavi sempre qualcosa di tuo a tutte le cose che perdevi. Non avresti dovuto. Avresti dovuto tenere qualcosa da parte per te, invece di lasciarla andare via con il resto. Così ti sei consumato a poco a poco. Perché? Perché l'hai fatto?
- Non lo so.
- Forse era più forte di te. O forse eri spinto a farlo da... una specie di destino, non mi viene la parola...
- Tendenza?
- Sì, tendenza. Anche se tu ricominci da capo, e riesci a rimettere a posto la tua vita, è probabile che tu rifaccia le stesse cose. E' una tendenza. E quando si supera un certo punto, non si può più tornare indietro. E' troppo tardi.”
Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

Shubnum Khan
“There are things that never see light again.

They scream and bang at their fate, hoping they will be discovered. A forgotten letter beneath a file, an ivory button in a couch, a handprint against a window. These things tremble in rage at their apparent insignificance. Eventually they calm down; they take deep breaths. They resign themselves to their fate and watch time pass.

But they hold on to hope.”
Shubnum Khan, The Djinn Waits a Hundred Years