Lost Items Quotes

I've lost bags all over the world and had cases end up in London, Frankfurt, Los Angeles and Miami.

Imagine owning a one million pound coin. Where would you put it? The pressure. I never even take my wedding rings off after the time I lost one for days, only to find it in a random trouser pocket.

The nicest Father's Day surprise of all for Dad would be if you handed him a box, and he unwrapped it, and there, inside, sitting on a bed of folded tissue, was the pair of his undershorts that somebody threw away six months ago (without asking Dad) because they had reached the stage where they were 3 percent undershorts and 97 percent holes. Dad misses those undershorts. They were his Faithful Undershorts Companion.

I have tons of sunglasses. My husband won't let me buy another pair because I lose them all the time.

I have rooms full of little dongly things and don't want any more. Half the little dongly things I've got, I don't even know what gizmo they're for. More importantly, half the gizmos I've got, I don't know where their little dongly thing is.

Objects can be classified scientifically into three major categories: those that don't work, those that break down and those that get lost.

My crickets found me.

Who wants a stylus. You have to get em and put em away, and you lose em. Yuck. Nobody wants a stylus.

I bought my son a bat for Christmas. On New Year's it flew away.

I used to lose my keys a lot.

People move around so much in the world, things get lost.

If I go out with a jacket and a pair of trousers that my wife doesn't like, you can bet your ass it ain't in my wardrobe the following day. I say that it gets lost in the sky.

I got cribs all over the place and offices all over the place, and sometimes I lose track of my stuff.

Eventually, everything gets stuck between a pair of parentheses or buried in the bottom of a trunk.

Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.

Estimated from a wife's experience, the average man spends fully one-quarter of his life in looking for his shoes.

I'm terribly forgetful. I've lost laptops, cell-phones.

I'm a mess. My house is full of records, and my computer... I can't find the things that I want. But it usually seems to work out.

Every man is important if he loses his life;and every man is funny if he loses his hat and has to run after it.

Back in the day, I had this fluoro pink hoodie that I thought was the coolest thing ever. Left it at a party and never saw it again. Probably the best thing that could have happened.

I've got two shirts still missing from the Bahamas. I'm sure they are part of a youth camping programme somewhere in Tanzania by now.

Like many men, I am highly skilled in the art of losing things but prefer to outsource the recovery process.

...there's no such thing as an underwear elf. Even when it goes missing, it's somewhere in the room. So make sure you find it." -- DARK OF NIGHT by Suzanne Brockmann

My books never go where I think they're going.