Dante Alighieri Quotes

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

Anybody can get lost in themselves.

In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.

..and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didnt know who I was

I do not know who I am tonight.

Did you ever look in the mirror And see a stranger standing there? Did you ever drive for miles and miles And wonder how on earth you got yourself there?

The explorer is the person who is lost.

I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightfoward pathway had been lost. Ah me! How hard a thing is to say, what was this forest savage, rough, and stern, which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more.

Am I lost or just less found?

She's got the whole dark forest living inside of her.

For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. You'll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, you'll realize it's always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. But you won't understand why or how.

and because what we learn in the dark remains all our lives, a noise like the sea, displacing the day's pale knowledge, you'll come to yourself in a glimmer of rainfall or frost, the burnt smell of autumn, a meeting of parallel lines, and know you were someone else for the longest time, pretending you knew where you were, like a diffident tourist, lost on the one main square, and afraid to enquire.

I know not whether you came to me or I to you. Not whether it was a dream, asleep or awake. I am lost in the darkness of a downcast heart. Dream or reality. Let it be decided tonight.

At the midpoint on the journey of life, I found myself in a dark forest, for the clear path was lost.

I can guide you if you feel blind, I just need you to be willing to journey into my ILL Mind.

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.

You thought you were found but you realize that you were lost, and someday you may discover that you're lost now.

I had totally lost my way. I lost focus. I lost myself.

Late, by myself, in the boat of myself, no light and no land anywhere, cloudcover thick. I try to stay just above the surface, yet I'm already under and living within the ocean.

She seems sort of lost.' I thought, Lost how? How am I lost? Suddenly I felt lost.

But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking? The entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in, in to the central catacomb; the self that took the veil and left the world -- a coward perhaps, yet somehow beautiful, as it flits with its lantern restlessly up and down the dark corridors.