Quotes about Loss
When your mother dies, it really hurts. But with time, you get used to it. That's nature's way.
- Muhammad Ali
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
- John Milton
Job learned about the vanity of this world by losing it all; the Teacher {Qoheleth} saw it by having it all. (The Message of the Old Testament, p. 536)
- Mark Dever
what is joy without sorrow? what is success without failure? what is a win without a loss? what is health without illness? you have to experience each if you are to appreciate the other. there is always going to be suffering. it's how you look at your suffering, how you deal with it, that will define you.
- Mark Twain
Evil indeed is the man who has not one woman to mourn him.
- Arthur Conan Doyle
I have never loved, Watson, but if I did and if the woman I loved had met such an end, I might act even as our lawless lion-hunter has done.
- Arthur Conan Doyle
We reach. We gasp. And what is left in our hands at the end? A shadow. Or a worse than a shadow - misery.
- Arthur Conan Doyle
Too much of our lives corresponds to the 'lost-wallet' theory of life. You lose something, spend a long time finding it, and then feel grateful to be back where you started.
- Gloria Steinem
The conquer'd, also, and enslaved by war, Shall, with their freedom lost, all virtue lose.
- John Milton
For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed; and yet anon repairs his drooping head, and tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore flames in the forehead of the morning sky. So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of him that walk'd the waves.
- John Milton
Not that fair field of Enna, where proserpin gathering flowers herself a fairer flower by gloomy dis was gathered, which cost Ceres all that pain to seek her through the world.
- John Milton
Her rash hand in evil hour forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat, sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe that all was lost.
- John Milton