Laura Marling Quotes

…balancing the wish to be lost with the need to be found.

I didn't know what I was doing in New York.

I was actually lost in Beirut on the way home.

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

Jurgen loved London because he could get lost here. He said that it was the first time he could do that in eight years. No one knew him or bothered him. It is great for a person to be able to get lost.

If I've been here a long time, I think: I must go to London and speak to someone or see a bus.

This is the first time in 10 years I don't know what I'm doing next, and I'm rather enjoying it. Soon I'll be climbing the walls no doubt, but right now, it's not clear, I'm just enjoying the freedom.

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 don't want to know what time it is. I don't want to know what day it is or where I am. None of that matters.

There have been times that I have found myself in places, and I don't know how I got there, and I don't actually know where I am.

Even in Los Angeles, I stop the car and walk. People look at me and think I am lost or something, they stop and ask if they can help me.

I stand on the end platform of the tram and am completely unsure of my footing in this world, in this town, in my family. Not even casually could I indicate any claims that I might rightly advance in any direction. I have not even any defense to offer for standing on this platform, holding on to this strap, letting myself be carried along by this tram, nor for the people who give way to the tram or walk quietly along or stand gazing into shop windows. Nobody asks me to put up a defense, indeed, but that is irrelevant.

Someone ... tell us what's important, because we no longer know.

You can know the whole world and still feel lost in it.

I ran rather than walked, anxious to lose my way. All I wanted was to be unsure.

I do not know who I am tonight.

You get lost out of a desire to be lost. But in the place called lost strange things are found.

Maybe you are already lost and just do not know it.

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 more that you follow me, the more I get lost

The explorer is the person who is lost.

I guess I haven't gotten over being lost, a wandering gypsy.

If you were drifting with a thousand other people, could you really still say you were lost?

Am I lost or just less found?

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.