Galway Kinnell Quotes

I lost my way for a long time.

We're lost, but we're making good time.

In these years we are witnessing the gigantic spectacle of innumerable human lives wandering about lost in their own labyrinths, through not having anything to which to give themselves.

The world's a forest, in which all lose their way; though by a different path each goes astray.

To live is to feel oneself lost.

I was in a maze. No matter which way I turned, it was the wrong way.

Trying to find my way around the Rayburn building is always a challenge. Combining my poor sense of direction with a confusing design is not good.

I just don't see the light. Where is the light? What am I in this for?

In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.

We are asleep with compasses in our hands.

'The Names' is a story about a woman who might feel that she's in a kind of maze. She's unable to find her way forward or out because she can't see the whole picture.

I am not a man. I am not a human being inside. I am not that. I don't know what I am, but I am not that.

It was a very circuitous path. It was not very linear - I floundered about for many years.

I stand on the end platform of the tram and am completely unsure of my footing in this world, in this town, in my family. Not even casually could I indicate any claims that I might rightly advance in any direction. I have not even any defense to offer for standing on this platform, holding on to this strap, letting myself be carried along by this tram, nor for the people who give way to the tram or walk quietly along or stand gazing into shop windows. Nobody asks me to put up a defense, indeed, but that is irrelevant.

Nothing made sense to me anymore. I knew I was young, I knew I was small. But I was worried that I might already be ruined.

All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,and I intend to end up there. Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul? I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks. I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way. Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.

There are yawning gulfs into which large chunks of me have fallen. I do not always know where I am at present.

…I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray half light where all stable things had become shadowy paradoxical all I had done shadows all I had felt suffered taking visible form antic and perverse mocking without relevance inherent themselves with the denial of the significance they should have affirmed thinking I was I was not who was not was not who.

I do not know who I am tonight.

The more that you follow me, the more I get lost

I've crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I've come to a place I never thought I'd have to come to. And I don't know how I got here. It's a strange place. It's a place where a little harmless dreaming and then some sleepy, early-morning talk has led me into considerations of death and annihilation.

The place I live in is a kind of maze and I keep seeking the exit or the home.

At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.

To be crazy is not necessarily to writhe in snake pits or converse with imaginary gods. It can sometimes be not knowing what to do in the morning.

Man ... feels lost without the direction-finder provide by progress.