Some very beautiful things get lost and forgotten. Just as I got lost.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Is there something we have forgotten? Some precious thing we have lost, wandering in strange lands?
The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.
As we wander, grieving, in yet another dark moment, amid our pain we must struggle to remember the redemptive power of love and hope.
Of all the things I've lost I miss my mind the most.
When I was young I lost everything.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
I am no longer afraid of becoming lost, because the journey back always reveals something new, and that is ultimately good for the artist.
I just have beautiful memories of what has happened in my life.
Some memories are unforgettable, remaining ever vivid and heartwarming!
Our moments of inspiration are not lost though we have no particular poem to show for them; for those experiences have left an indelible impression, and we are ever and anon reminded of them.