Lost Souls Quotes

“For a moment she just stared, wondering if there were another girl staying here, or if Sebastian had taken to cross-dressing.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“Arrogance is someone claiming to have come to Christ, but they won't spend more than five minutes listening to your journey because they are more concerned about their own well being, rather than being a true disciple of Christ. Blessed is the person that takes the time to heal and hear another person so they can move on.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“The last dying days of summer, fall coming on fast. A cold night, the first of the season, a change from the usual bland Maryland climate. Cold, thought the boy; his mind felt numb. The trees he could see through his bedroom window were tall charcoal sticks, shivering, afraid of the wind or only trying to stand against it. Every tree was alone out there. The animals were alone, each in its hole, in its thin fur, and anything that got hit on the road tonight would die alone. Before morning, he thought, its blood would freeze in the cracks of the asphalt.”
― Poppy Z. Brite

“Let the night come. We are not afraid.”
― Poppy Z. Brite, Lost Souls

“Gloomy room
immersed in a scent
of modern cowards
filled with
shapeless creatures
sitting in silence
because they have
nothing to say

Fake plastic faces
with a grimace
of disappointment
painted on them

Are we stuck on hold
expecting our turn
in a waiting room
of so-called
lost generation?”
― Asper Blurry, Train to the Edge of the Moon

“The gates of Hell are terrible to behold, are they not?”
― E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly,

“Why didn't these people over get it? Protect your own. Pay your debts. There was no other way to live, not if you wanted to live right. - Alex Stern”
― Leigh Bardugo, Hell Bent

“Never follow a follower who is following someone who has fallen. Its why the whole world is falling apart.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“This is how we dreamed. Moonlight in our mouths, love on our lips and summer in our skies.”
― Marie-Kristin Hofmann, Remember the wild girl

“We were both wanderers, restlessness dripping from our wild lips like rain. And even if no place would ever truly be home for us, I found it in the way you held my hand that day.”
― Marie-Kristin Hofmann, Remember the wild girl

“Omnia mutantur, nihil interit, everything changes, nothing perishes. - on the overpass arch in the Skull and Bones building.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Hell Bent

“Another city miles apart, New York; an apple so big that it had engulfed many lost souls like me ~Tale of Two Cities, Days and Nights Anthology”
― Kanika Sharma, Days and Nights

“A City where I grew up, I learnt to walk for the first time. A city whose landscape is sprawled with huge bungalows. Bungalows spread in acres, connected by adjacent roofs & pillars, or having a common verandah. Everyone connected literally and figuratively in one another’s life; No one willing to mind their own business ~ ~ A Tale of Two Cities, Days and Nights Anthology”
― kanika sharma, Days and Nights

“At long last we have arrived... In the land of the lost, where we all belong.”
― Mladen Đorđević, Miraž

“A famous author once said that you can't go home again. But when you find that you are lost the only place to go is home. Remember the way, the stars will guide you. Your heart is her memory & the soul is your compass.
And one-day you will find her again.”
― R.M. Engelhardt

“I remembered the wild girl every time I saw her soul in the neon pastel sky.”
― Marie-Kristin Hofmann, Remember the wild girl

“I miss how wild our hearts were, how infinite we felt. How we never saw an end to wandering.”
― Marie-Kristin Hofmann, Remember the wild girl

“His days were light beer: lacking potency and barely intoxicating. Hardly worth investing in and perhaps that was why he barely ever spent anything on them. He was a shipwreck at the bottom of the sea. Something useless and long forgotten about, only to treasure hunters still of worth. Maybe that was what Helen was: a treasure hunter and therefore convinced that she had use for him.
~ As the moon began to rust”
― Sima B. Moussavian

“She looked down and saw hundreds of fragments of her face reflected back, a sliver of cheek, of throat, of eye. Who was she? An artist who didn't make art. A wife without a husband. A child with no mother.”
― Coco Mellors, Cleopatra and Frankenstein

“I held her eyes in mind, took her hand in mine. The feeling of our hands touching was strange, sudden. It was a feeling that made my body tremble with a deep distant pleasure, more distant than the age of my remembered life, deeper than the consciousness I had carried with me throughout. I could feel it somewhere, like a part of my being which had been born with me when I was born, but had not grown with me when I had grown, like a part of my being that I had once known, but left behind when I was born. A cloudy awareness of something that could have been, and yet was never lived.”
― Nawal El Saadawi, Woman at Point Zero

“Suffice to say that theirs had been an unusual love, with such a degree of commingling of identities that when Chris died, erica felt she had lost herself; even now she did not know if she could be found p.104”
― Mohsin Hamid, The Reluctant Fundamentalist

“Most people cannot consider the impossible because heaven shows them too little,
but how many lose their way because heaven shows them too much?”
― Jason Cain, Nine Paths to Enlightenment and the Six Self-Deceits: A Clear Non-Sectarian Path to Spiritual Self-Realization / Enlightenment

“Some Christians struggle to forgive others for even minor transgressions. Their behavior patterns are being haughty, nonempathetic, manipulative, and envious and they possess a sense of entitlement and grandiosity. From a biblical view, it is clear that these heart conditions are due to pride, which is sin.”
― Shaila Touchton

“She reminded me of the vacant houses that have taken over our neighborhood, ghost structures with boarded-up doors and crumbling walls. No longer strong, she was like a memory, or rather a silhouette of the spirit that used to live inside her, before the light in her eyes went out.”
― Susie Newman, Eating Yellow Paint

“From The Darkest Depths by Stewart Stafford

Salvation swallowed in a bleak abyss,
Of impossibly lost and betrayed souls,
Swarming screams of frantic contrition,
Clawing collisions in a drowning grip.

Drops of reason cascade down the vortex,
Falling infinitely through the fallen infamy,
Snaking doubt constructing every delusion,
Of false idols, prophets, and graven images.

Scaling its putrescent and lacerating walls,
Is a repentant struggle beyond endurance,
Then distant dawn appears, growing nearer,
Darkness fades and a basking reign forms.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved”
― Stewart Stafford

“Who is Jesus?

The letter " J " didn't exist in the English dictionary until 1524. Obviously many people are believing in a man-made god, and they don't even know it.”
― Mitta Xinindlu

“There are people whose eyes you must avoid, whose attention you must not draw to yourself. They are strange, parasitic creatures, lost souls seeking to stretch across the abyss and make fatal contact with the warm, constant flow of humanity. They live in pain and exist only to visit that pain on others. A random glance, the momentary lingering of a look, is enough to give them the excuse they seek.”
― John Connolly, The Killing Kind

“No puedes reparar algo que se rompió hace mucho, ni mucho menos cuando lo que se rompió tiene piezas perdidas.”
― América Rodas, Una perfecta confusión

“The soil, where family seeds are laid in this city, is rotten. Boys and men still believe in the illusion that their crowning achievements are sleeping with as many women as they can. The more women, the more they are revered as a man. They are left in the dark, completely oblivious to the truth that a part of them is given away or dies with every meaningless sexual exploit. The ignorant remain content until one day, and that day may come when they are on their deathbed, where the veil is removed and the harsh reality slaps them with a sobering truth. And that truth, wrapped with regret, sucks the nectar out of all the names, the faces, the bodies, the women who they thought they conquered. They are left free-falling in a never-ending pit. It could be in a flash, and time and space no longer hold ground. That split second will feel like their entire lifetime. That never-ending pit is their hell.

As for the girls and women, they too are lost souls. They dive into a virtual world of selfies, likes, hearts and fire emojis. They get chased by men, their sense of self-worth builds to a crescendo, filling them with a sense of desire. A sense of being wanted. The dopamine, the deceitful dopamine, gives them a false sense of value. They lose sight of the difficult “real world” questions: What am I worth? What is my purpose? What are my principles? They lose themselves in pixels and scrolls. It starts with a selfie and pouchy lips. Then a collarbone. Then the breasts. Then the ass. This never-ending loop of reward tricks them into baring themselves naked, physically and emotionally, for men behind a screen to admire. They buy into the idea that every man desires them. They entertain them. And they do. Only for a brief period of time. Then time starts plotting. They get old. The same breasts that got likes and drooling emoji faces from men start to sag. Her ass no longer the peach standard emoji. Her womb, no longer able to bear children. She is left empty. Hollow. All of those likes, comments and meaningless nights with men who do not even remember her name leave her shattered. They gave in their youth for cheap thrills unaware that Father Time comes after every living soul. They then too plunge into that never-ending pit with the men they lived a lie in. That also becomes their hell.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish

“Qu'est-ce qu'une âme perdue ? C'en est une qui tâtonne dans la nuit, sur les routes du souvenir.”
― Marceline Loridan-Ivens, L'Amour après