Top 14 Forlorn Lost Quotes
#1. Venerable are letters, infinitely brave, forlorn, and lost.
Virginia Woolf
#2. I suddenly saw the little hobo standing under a sad street lamp with his thumb stuck out
poor forlorn man, poor lost sometime boy, now broken ghost of the penniless wilds.
Jack Kerouac
#4. And that dismal cry rose slowly And sank slowly through the air, Full of spirit's melancholy And eternity's despair; And they heard the words it said,- "Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!"
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#5. Nothing beats 2 guitars, drum and bass.
Lou Reed
#6. Life must be a constant education; one must learn everything, from speaking to dying.
Gustave Flaubert
#7. The forlorn appearance assumed by all houses that have lost their people.
Pat Conroy
#8. One evening when I had my wood-burning stove going I realized I hadn't thought of dessert.
Gwyneth Paltrow
#9. Let it not be said by a future, forlorn generation that we wasted and lost our great potential because our despair was so deep we didn't even try, or because each of us thought someone else was worrying about our problems.
Ralph Nader
#10. We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial - I believe we are lost.
Erich Maria Remarque
#11. Many a voyager has been lost here, poleboats and pirates and great river galleys too. They wander forlorn through the mists, searching for a sun they cannot find until madness or hunger claim their lives. There are restless spirits in the air here and tormented souls below the water.
George R R Martin
#12. Grammar perfect books are for Ivy Leaguers in Ivory Towers. My book is a sandcastle built on the beach of usefullness.
Jonathan Heatt
#13. The notion that gaming was not for women rippled out into society, until we heard it not just from the games industry, but from our families, teachers and friends. As a consequence, I, like many women, had a complicated, love-hate relationship with gaming culture.
Anita Sarkeesian
#14. I noticed that in a corner, across from where they ate with such innocent relish, sitting forlorn and abandoned, was the ghost of their son. He had lost both of his arms, one side of his face was squashed, and both his eyes had burst. He had bluish wings. He was the saddest ghost in the house.
Ben Okri
