Terry Pratchett Quotes

I have a terrible sense of direction.

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 have a horrible sense of direction.

I have a horrible sense of direction. I could get lost a mile away from my house.

I have difficulty orienting myself in space, and I'm probably one of the few people who gets lost in Manhattan.

Trying to find my way around the Rayburn building is always a challenge. Combining my poor sense of direction with a confusing design is not good.

Nobody's perfect. And if you think they are, you're sadly mistaken.

I have a really terrible sense of direction.

You suddenly find yourself somewhere and you wonder, how did I get in this room? That happens to me all the time, every day!

I get lost a lot.

Even if we should find another Eden, we would not be fit to enjoy it perfectly nor stay in it forever.

At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.

I have heard of many going astray even in the village streets, when the darkness was so thick you could cut it with a knife, as the saying is...

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.

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.

I stroll along, talk, I sign books, people buy me drinks, I forget where my hotel is, I get lost and fall into some local body of water... done it hundreds of times.

I'm well beyond dyslexic: I have no sense of direction; I never know where I am.

A constant ongoing joke among the people that I travel with is my absolutely hopeless sense of direction. I'm able to get lost a half an hour from camp. I don't know how I do this.

Not to find one's way in a city may well be uninteresting and banal. It requires ignorance - nothing more. But to lose oneself in a city - as one loses oneself in a forest - that calls for a quite different schooling. Then, signboard and street names, passers-by, roofs, kiosks, or bars must speak to the wanderer like a cracking twig under his feet in the forest.

I had a naiveté that I would remember the things that I had written already, but I was getting lost in the forest of my own ideas and having to find my way out.

I am only human, although I regret it.

Not to find one’s way around a city does not mean much. But to lose one’s way in a city, as one loses one’s way in a forest, requires some schooling.

Not to find one's way around a city does not mean much. But to lose one's way in a city, as one loses one's way in a forest, requires some schooling. Street names must speak to the urban wanderer like the snapping of dry twigs, and little streets in the heart of the city must reflect the times of day, for him, as clearly as a mountain valley. This art I acquired rather late in life; it fulfilled a dream, of which the first traces were labyrinths on the blotting papers in my school notebooks.

A time will come when you will find that in gaining a brief joy you have lost your peace forever.

To sin is a human business, to justify sins is a devilish business.