William McKinley Quotes

I remember distinctly running through my neighborhood, thinking I knew how to get to 'Sesame Street,' and then finally finding myself among some scrub trees and realizing I don't know where to go from here. I had to just mope back home.

I now know my right from my left and my up from my down. Unluckily, my terrible sense of direction remains. For me, to live in New York City is to never be able to meet someone on the northeast corner. It is to never ever make a smooth entrance, always to get caught looking lost on the street.

I get lost a lot.

It was like looking at a knot, knowing it was a knot, but not knowing how to untie it. I had no map for this life.

I know you're all saying I can go to the moon but I can't find Pasadena.

We're right here on this very spot. Besides, being lost is never a matter of not knowing where you are; it's a matter of not knowing where you aren't - and I don't care at all about where I'm not.

I didn't have a clue where I was going on my first lap of practice.

I was actually lost in Beirut on the way home.

A low line of shore was visible at first on the right between the movement of the waves and fog, but when we came further it was lost sight of, and nothing could be seen but the mist curling in the rigging, and a small circle of foam.

The world's a forest, in which all lose their way; though by a different path each goes astray.

I just don't see the light. Where is the light? What am I in this for?

Every orientation presupposes a disorientation.

There are no signposts in the sea.

I'm not lost, they just moved my street.

I have never been lost, but I will admit to being confused for several weeks.

I have a terrible sense of direction.

We're lost, but we're making good time.

Where's my syllabus to guide me through life?

We were just looking at maps.

I was in a maze. No matter which way I turned, it was the wrong way.

I like to know where I am. I don't like the kind of cutting where you don't know where you are.

I know one thing for certain; it is much harder to tell whether you are lost than whether you were lost, for, on many occasions, where you are going is exactly where you are. On the other hand, if you often find that where you've been is not at all where you should have gone, and, since it's much more difficult to find your way back from someplace you've never left, I suggest you go there immediately and then decide.

I don't know why it's called "getting lost." Even when you turn down the wrong street, when you find yourself at the dead end of a chain-link fence or a road that turnd to sand, you are somewhere. It just isn't where you expected to be.

A learned man came to me once. He said, "I know the way, -- come." And I was overjoyed at this. Together we hastened. Soon, too soon, were we Where my eyes were useless, And I knew not the ways of my feet. I clung to the hand of my friend; But at last he cried, "I am lost.

The names of the cerros and the sierras and the deserts exist only on maps. We name them that we do not lose our way. Yet it was because the way was lost to us already that we have made those names. The world cannot be lost. We are the ones. And it is because these names and these coordinates are our own naming that they cannot save us. They cannot find for us the way again.