Belloq: You and I are very much alike. Archeology is our religion, yet we have both fallen from the pure faith. Our methods have not differed as much as you pretend. I am but a shadowy reflection of you. It would take only a nudge to make you like me...
Toht: Your fire is dying... here, why don't you tell me where the piece is right now? Marion: Listen, Herr Mac, I don't know what kind of people you're used to dealing with, but nobody tells me what to do in my place. Toht: Fräulein Ravenwood, let m...
Messenger Pirate: [searching for Jones after the Germans board the U-boat] I can't find Mr. Jones, Captain. I've looked everywhere. Katanga: He has to be here somewhere. Look again. Messenger Pirate: [notices Indy climbing aboard the U-Boat] I found ...
Nefretiri: You need have no fear of me. Sephora: I feared only his memory of you. Nefretiri: You have been able to erase it. Sephora: He has forgotten both of us. You lost him when he went to seek his God. I lost him when he found his God.
No star is ever lost we once have seen, We always may be what we might have been Since Good, though only thought, Has life and breath - God's life - can always be redeemed from death. And evil in its nature is decay, And any hour may blot it all away...
There's a lot of things lost in the Digital Age.
The snobbish lost in laud.
Virginity can be lost by a thought.
He who integrates is lost.
Anybody in the spotlight can get lost in that if they are not careful.
Without hope we are lost.
Most games are lost, not won.
The woman that deliberates is lost.
A game is not won until it is lost.
I loved 'Lost,' from beginning to end.
I never lost money by turning a profit.
I haven't lost my head yet.
All hope is never lost.
I don't suffer of anything that I've lost.
And it was pointless...to think how those years could have been put to better use, for he could hardly have put them to worse. There was no recovering them now. You could grieve endlessly for the loss of time and for the damage done therein. For the ...
There would therefore have been all the more delight at the birth of the first son William within less than a year of Margaret's death, tinged with more than a little anxiety, in view of the fateful words , 'here began plague', in the burial part of ...
