Lost time is never found again. — Benjamin Franklin
Lost time is never found again. — Benjamin Franklin
Lost time is never found again. — Benjamin Franklin
Lost time is never found again. — Benjamin Franklin
Lost time is never found again. — Benjamin Franklin
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Lost time is never found again.

— Benjamin Franklin
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More “Lost” Quotes

I look around and some of the people are sitting in their chairs just staring across the room. Some are actually eating — I look down again and my sandwich is gone. I push my plate away and lay my head down on the table and close my eyes. I want to die but I’m just too damn tired.
Every day is a new opportunity to earn the lost values, but not for an apathetic. — M.F. Moonzajer
Though I love you to the core of my being, so thoroughly that every cell comprising me aches to be near you, I must acce — Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
Even when you’d lost everything you thought there was to lose, somebody came along and gave you something for free. — Jenny Valentine, Broken Soup
For my first recital ever, they gave me a cello. And for this one, they gave me you. — Gayle Forman, Where She Went
I, on the other hand, felt as I always have, like I were water seeping from a broken pot; I existed but had no form to h — Krishna Udayasankar, Three
If the context is lost and merely bits and pieces remain from a scattered existence, only the connection of anchor point — Erik Pevernagie
Who is that blond child laughing as he runs after his colored marbles? [my marbles]It's meAnd who is the poet writing th — Pierre Albert-Birot, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology
Dabbling in the sandbox gives Rabbit a small headache. Over at the pavilion the rubber thump of Roofball and the click o — John Updike, Rabbit, Run
Summer on the farm was glorious. Peter spent as much time out of doors as possible, and he had many playmates, since all — Christopher Daniel Mechling, Peter: The Untold True Story
He had always tried to treat Havaa as a child and she always went along with it, as though childhood and innocence were — Anthony Marra, A Constellation of Vital Phenomena
It was then I thought of Corsica, the place we had discovered together. I craved the wind, the sun and salt, the simplic — Lucy Foley, The Book of Lost and Found