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

“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

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

“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

“It's easy to not give a f*ck during the day. But when the sun goes to sleep and you're all alone, the pain hits different.”
― Mr. Joshua Shaw, I Took a Plane to Die in Denver

“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

“My deeds will kill me eventually,So I am preparing to end it as better as i can.”
― Mr.PsyStranger

“The mirror lied,
but I believed every fractured truth it whispered.

In the pursuit of everything,
I became nothing.

And now,
hope fades slowly,
like a candle swallowed by an endless night.”
― Sean DeLaney

“I can always recognize another lost soul.
Even if they're smiling.”
― Mr. Joshua Shaw, I Took a Plane to Die in Denver

“I wasn't lost when I found you, but I know I am now.”
― Mr. Joshua Shaw, I Took a Plane to Die in Denver

“How do you kill yourself without really dying?

Love someone who doesn't love you back.”
― Mr. Joshua Shaw, I Took a Plane to Die in Denver

“Having to pretend whole parts of your life didn't happen, just to get through the day, is something nobody ever really talks about.”
― Mr. Joshua Shaw, I Took a Plane to Die in Denver

“Loving you was the scenic-route to my self-destruction.”
― Mr. Joshua Shaw, I Took a Plane to Die in Denver

“I tore my reality apart trying to get back to you.”
― Mr. Joshua Shaw, I Took a Plane to Die in Denver

“Some in Church history have felt the deep agony of the lostness of men around them and shared the heart of God the Father in sending His only Son at such a great cost. Hudson Taylor speaks of the burden of God that came upon him for souls: 'The feeling of bloodguiltiness became more and more intense. Simply because I refused to ask for them, the laborers did not come forward— did not go out to China— and every day tens of thousands were passing away into Christless graves! Perishing China so filled my heart and mind that there was no rest by day, and little sleep by night, till health broke down.”
― St. Thomas Church, An Ancient Worship Movement

“Dr. Jowett said, 'We can never heal the needs we do not feel. Tearless hearts can never be heralds of the passion. We must pity if we would redeem.' Feeling and understanding the plight of lost men is critical to our being a help to them. Have we already lost the sense of the grandeur of our salvation? Have our eyes dried up not being able to shed a tear of thankfulness to God for His saving us? We must weep for those to whom we will preach. The needs of the lost will move us deeply. Are we willing to lose our lives for the sake of others? We can pray this prayer to the Lord: 'Break my heart, Lord, with the things that break Yours.”
― St. Thomas Church, An Ancient Worship Movement

“It's nothing to fear," Mel said. "They are just souls longing for someone to care about them."
She put a hand to her chest and closed her eyes, then began a hauntingly beautiful requiem to those floating in the waters below. The wailing eased and the waters calmed.
"Oh, Mel," Calli whispered. "Your ability to empathize truly is a gift.”
― Farrah Rochon, Bemused