“What was lost was lost. There was no retrieving it, however you schemed, no returning to how things were, no going back.”

“Some things get lost others return. That is how it is: the way of things.”

“...for you can grieve your heart out and in the end you are still where you were. All your grief hasn't changed a thing. What you have lost will not be returned to you. It will always be lost. You're only left with your scars to mark the void. All you can choose to do is go on or not.”

“What you have lost will not be returned to you; it always be lost. You’re left with only your scars to mark the void. All you can choose to do is go on, or not. But if you go on, it’s knowing you carry your scars with you.”

“I suspected, however, that I wasn't homesick for anything I would find at home when I returned. The longing was for what I wouldn't find: the past and all the people and places there were lost to me.”

“I`m lost! Mama! I`m lost! Oh! I`m lost! You are not lost, Nemo. Go back to sleep and behave, hear?”