Why should you, for a mere passing pleasure, risk the loss of those great powers with which you have been endowed?
At least at times of loss, we are reminded of our priorities, of our many blessings. In times of gain, we can so often lose our way.
Those who are truly His hear His voice and respond positively to His loving call, even if it means hurt, loss, or ridicule.
There are some things in life that just are. They are meant to be, and to fight against them is to ensure your own loss.
And wonder, dread and war have lingered in that land where loss and love in turn have held the upper hand.
That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
They're hungry for something they know nothing about, but we, we know all too well that the price of fame is the loss of privacy.
The realm of liberation is absolutely incommensurable with the relativities of higher and lower, better and worse, gain and loss, since these are all disadvantages of the ego.
Sometimes when we are drowning in our own loss we lash out--anger is momentarily easier to cope with.
But the more people we love and the more deeply we love them, the more vulnerable we are to loss and grief and loneliness.
I waste so much time sleeping. And time is of all losses the most irrecuperable, for it can never be redeemed.
But you're like me,” he says. “An outsider. Different. A freak. We're both weird, which is why we get along.
The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.
It is a defeat of the spirit to learn one's arrogance causes such loss and pain. Pride invites you to soar to heights and the footing, tentative. farther, then, is the fall.
Despite the loss they were suffering, they'd both relaxed - as people do when they realize they've run out of chances for happiness
It is no loss to mankind when one writer decides to call it a day. When a tree falls in the forest, who cares but the monkeys?
The lessons of impermanence taught me this: loss constitutes an odd kind of fullness; despair empties out into an unquenchable appetite for life.
There was no one clear point of loss. It happened over and over again in a thousand small ways and the only truth there was to learn was that there was no getting used to it.
You may say suicide is a loss of control and cowardly. Foolish as it may sound, I am prepared to argue.
We all have to learn to live with our losses, and to use our regrets to spur us on in the future.
But then one regrets the loss even of one's worst habits. Perhaps one regrets them the most. They are such an essential part of one's personality.
