lost

My room is so quiet and empty it hurts.

With God, being lost is nothing more than an idea that never has and never will be anything more than an idea.

I__ so used to planning for guys, dressing and undressing for them and trying to morph myself into their dream girl. I__ so used to it that I don__ really know where that girl ends and the real me begins. I suppose what it comes down to is confidence. I__ confident in that girl, the one who emerges from my walk-in wearing lingerie when I__ done getting ready. But at Faye__ house, I__ not going to be that girl. I__ going to be me. Whoever that is anymore.

This last week has been a little hell for both of us simply because I didn't understand my own feelings. And because I can't understand them, I blame her for provoking in me feelings that make my world seem suddenly unsafe.

How will we ever get out of the labyrinth of suffering ?

There are times in one's life when a good book__he right book__eels like a voice speaking in the darkness,reaching out from the past;providing solace when all else seems lost.

There's not a day that goes by, without me thinking of you, dying, in someone else's arms.

Fallen flowers can't climb back. If the root is strong, we can expect new flowers. Don't think too much about the 'lost' past. Just love the present & live for the future. From the tree, I learn, Make your roots strong. There will never be shortage of flowers

The reason my life has wandered to nowhere is likely due to the fact that the focus of the moment has dictated the destination of my life, when the destination of my life should have been dictating the focus of the moment.

In that moment, I felt differently to myself yet the essence of who I really was.Like a perfect state of balance.

When I stopped loving, I lost purpose; When I stopped loving myself, I lost myself.

Maybe that was one of the problems with these men who lived forever, they'd built up an immunity or resistance to affection. Perhaps because when everyone they knew and loved continued to die, they realized the value of distance, of not losing one's self completely to love.

I thought of the pieces of me I'd left behind, a piece here, a piece there, scattered like bread crumbs. How much of me was left?

If you feel lost, disappointed, hesitant, or weak, return to yourself, to who you are, here and now and when you get there, you will discover yourself, like a lotus flower in full bloom, even in a muddy pond, beautiful and strong.

You grow (and thrive!) by doing what excitesyou and what scares you everyday, not bytrying to find your passion.

It is the fool who declares __ am ascending the summit,_ while he__ toddling around in the ditch.

Due north_ on my compass is largely __ue_ to the fact that in __ue_ time I have been __nduly_ lax in recalibrating my compass. And I__ apparently ignorant enough to wonder why I__ lost.

I believe that things we cry over because they are lost, can never be compared to things we will receive because of our loses. God is a great restorer!