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Christ must be rediscovered perpetually.
Unquiet souls. In the dark fermentation of earth, in the never idle workshop of nature, in the eternal movement, yea shall find yourselves again.
To those of you who seek lost objects of history, I wish you the best of luck. They're out there, and they're whispering.
Although, nothing is really lost forever. When a thing is meant to be found, the right person will find it.
The Recovered Thing is not quite the same as the Thing-never-lost. It is often more precious. As Grace, recovered by repentance, is not the same as primitive Innocence, but is not necessarily a poorer or worse state.
Father has taught me that when something is lost, whether dear or not, giving up the search is sometimes best and often enough the lost article finds its owner.
The recollected go forth to lives of renunciation. They take no pleasure in a fixed abode. Like wild swans abandoning a pool, they leave one resting place after another.
There is a fine line between seeing something that's lost as missing, and seeing it as something that might be found.
When the past is recaptured by the imagination, breath is put back into life.
One who returns to a place sees it with new eyes. Although the place may not have changed, the viewer inevitably has. For the first time things invisible before become suddenly visible.
Forgiveness is the finding again of a lost possession.
Your path is clear," said Moon Man. "You need to find it."
And the best way to find something you had lost was to return to the last place you remembered having it. In my case, I needed to start at the very beginning.
Whatever is done cannot be undone, but whatever is lost can sometimes be found.
What at one time one refuses to see never vanishes but returns, again and again, in many forms.
I disappear from the public eye and get rediscovered quite often.
What was lost was lost. There was no retrieving it, however you schemed, no returning to how things were, no going back.
For tyme y-lost may not recovered be.
Embodying recapitulation as a practical application to one's path means not living the way you used to live, and being so completely in the moment that you are lost to yourself.
Love had found me again, brought me back to life in the land of the dead.
A reawakening to a new world.
Tendered with immense prospects
Concealed in the unknown
When you reread your journal you find out that your newest discovery is something you already found out five years ago.
Rummaging in our souls, we often dig up something that ought to have lain there unnoticed.
Historical awareness is a kind of resurrection.
When my soul was in the lost-and-found
You came along to claim it.
I Lost Everything,
I Have Found Myself.
Nothing is lost until you ca't find it.
Every so often we long to steal to the land of what-might-have-been. But that doesn't soften the ache we feel when reality sets back in.
Whenever we give up, leave behind, and forget too much, there is always the danger that the things we have neglected will return with added force
I'd found something I didn't even know I was searching for
Nothing is lost. Nothing is forgotten.It was in the blood, the flesh,And now it is forever.
All things unrevealed belong to the kingdom of mystery.
In our eagerness to solve life we start out to trace its mysteries and trample God's truths as we search. As we return we discover the shattered treasures, and gladly stoop to gather up the fragments, and with them translate the revelations of the soul.
Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
You ever have the feeling you lost something important, only to discover it was never there to begin with?
Through the Unknown, we'll find the New
It shocks me how I wish for ... what is lost and cannot come back.
Unless we are willing to escape into sentimentality or fantasy, often the best we can do with catastrophes, even our own, is to find out exactly what happened and restore some of the missing parts.
I had believed there was no such thing as redemption. I knew now I was wrong. Redemption had not come from grand gestures of dashing bravery. It had not come from successfully completing twelve impossible labors. Instead, redemption transpired from the small, quiet places.
Love, endure, persist ... Everything will return to you, innocent fool!
The power of renewal, it lies in the mysterious.
I always tried to imagine what it would be like to open your door to find something you had given up on. maybe it had seen places you never had, been rerouted and passed through so many strange hands, but still somehow found its way back to you, all before the day even began.
As one by one the scents and sounds and names of long-forgotten places come gradually back and beckon to us.
My former identity was lying around, somewhere, fragmented and buried, like shards from an earlier civilization.
Revive, Rekindle, Rejoice.
We understand the value of forgetting, the lure of reinvention. Lately,
I have lost things I will never stop missing.
New beginnings and new shoots Spring again from hidden roots Pull or stab or cut or burn, Love must ever yet return.
We are all looking for something of extraordinary importance whose nature we have forgotten; I am writing the memoirs of a man who has lost his memory.
When all is lost, there is still a memory.
The memory of an absent being kindles in the darkness of the heart; the more it has disappeared, the more it beams; the gloomy and despairing soul sees this light on its horizon; the star of the inner night.
Lost spirits have been screaming : Lost in Time,
Forever. Sorry.
P. Hermans
Like seeing a photograph of yourself as a child, encountering handwriting that you know was once yours but that now seems only dimly familiar can inspire a confrontation with the mystery of time.
When we bring back with us the objects most dear, and find those we left unchanged, we are tempted to doubt the lapse of time; but one link in the chain of affection broken, and every thing seems altered.
Throughout history, knowledge rises and falls, ebbs and flows. What once was known is forgotten again, lost in time, sometimes for centuries, only to be rediscovered ages later.
Somethings Are Best Found. When Forgotten About.
When you are lost in this world, or on the continent of time itself,remember who you have been and you will know who you are
Secrets and Reinventing the Body, Resurrecting the Soul
When you feel compelled to seek for something
which somehow forgotten, just use your instinct!
Something I didn't know I'd lost had suddenly been found. It was fierce and all-consuming.
There is nothing lost, but may be found, if sought.
(No hay nada perdido, que no pueda encontrarse, si se lo busca)
I started writing everything down.I wrote for the same reason someone lost sticks a message in a bottle.
I'm here. Help. Please find me.
The day misspent,
the love misplaced,
has inside it
the seed of redemption.
Nothing is exempt
from resurrection.
Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
Sometimes, when you live a life at such a wild edge, an extreme edge of experience, you can come back into the world - if you come back at all - with some essence from that experience that people find useful.
There is revival after rest.
As the past disappears, I keep getting lost.
Sometimes when we awaken from the bad dream of disowning ourselves, we think that the sojourn to self-discovery is a new one. But it is an ancient quest.
I'm always making a comeback but nobody ever tells me where I've been.
I found you, but in finding you, I lost myself.
Revival is: God, gladly at the center of my life, experienced and enjoyed.
A discovery is like falling in love and reaching the top of a mountain after a hard climb all in one, an ecstasy not induced by drugs but by the revelation of a face of nature that no one has seen before and that often turns out to be more subtle and wonderful than anyone had imagined.
Where exactly did you lose yourself? Maybe we could retrace our steps. You could find yourself where you last saw yourself?" "Har
When you lost one thing, you'll find another for sure
I was searching all the time for something that I'd never lost or left behind.
Revival is God revealing Himself to men in awesome holiness and irresistible power.
You sometimes think you want to disappear, but all you really want is to be found.
The soul is undiscovered
though explored forever
to a depth beyond report.
Four things do not come back: the spoken word, the sped arrow, the past life, and the neglected opportunity.
This is all very wonderful," said Fenchurch a few days later, "but I do need to know what has happened to me. You see, there's this difference between us. That you lost something and found it again, and I found something and lost it. I need to find it again.
We all seek for lost things within us.
Some things get lost others return. That is how it is: the way of things.
There is no possibility of remembering what has been found and understood, and later repeating it to oneself. It disappears as a dream disappears. Perhaps it is all nothing but a dream.
And as we live our lives we discover - drawing toward us the thin threads attached to each - what has been lost. I closed my eyes and tried to bring to mind as many beautiful lost things as I could. Drawing them closer, holding on to them.
Everyone we've lost, we'll find. Or they'll find us.
A light that I thought had been extinguished was slowly coming back to life.
Believe, and what was impossible becomes possible what at first was hidden becomes visible.
At the same moment a cold chill traced a finger down the middle of my back. Sometimes things come back to you, that's all. Sometimes they come back.
Restored in you, to be renewed in you, to receive from you
A revolution, woven in the dim light of mystery, has kept me from you. Another revolution will return me to your arms, bring me back to life.
Start unknown, finish unforgettable.
To find a new world, maybe you have to have lost one. Maybe you have to be lost. The dance of renewal, the dance that made world, was always danced here at the edge of things, on the brink, on the foggy coast.
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain belated visitor on a lighted threshold at the far end of some impeccably narrowing corridor.
During true revival, thousands of lost people are suddenly swept into the Kingdom of God. Scenes of the lost coming to the Savior in great, and unprecedented numbers, are common.
We lost each other. Now we're found. And nothin' else matters.
I had a question in which I lived for a long time,' she said. 'Many years. And one day I remembered I had forgotten it. It had gone, and from that I knew that I had received an Answer.
Ferreting in one's soul, one often ferrets out something that might have lain there unnoticed.
Memories are contrary things; if you quit chasing them and turn your back, they often return on their own.
If I am missed it will appear. I may be discovered by those who want to see me. I shall not be in any doubtful, or distant, or unapproachable region.
Out of our deepest memories come the forgotten forms of the past,
given new life by the living sentience of an ancient and eternal forest.
Yes you have returned
And things are as they were
But this you cannot hide,
A part of you has died.