You know, the world is all about balance. You lose something here... maybe somebody else picks it up over there.
It's always the same with lost people; you start out looking for them, and you end up losing yourself.
Events, once happened, lose reality, alter with a glance, a storm, a night. In time, the past never happened. But who could know? Who could know that the past is not as solid as this instant…
Love is as varied and unpredictable as the rain is: it comes in constant summer drizzles, or sudden, unforseen storms that make rivers burst their banks and Cornish fishing boats rock and spill and lose their crew in the Atlantic.
To lose balance sometimes for love is part of living a balanced life.
Trust is earned, respect is given, and loyalty is demonstrated. Betrayal of any one of those is to lose all three.
She wanted to lose herself in him. To tie his arms around her like a tourniquet. If she showed him how much she needed him, he'd run away.
He knows that the only way he can accept losing her is if he can continue to hold her or be held by her. If they can somehow nurse each other out of this. Not with a wall.
Derivatives - The risk never leaves the system - It finds taker who believes the risk is acceptable....until they lose everything.
You can never recover from losing a person you love, but you can find a way to let it be part of your life rather than letting it take over every part of you
Men like you preach change, but I wonder. Is this a battle we can really fight?” “You’re fighting it already, Goodman Mennis. You’re just losing horribly.
Fear is how you lose your life...a little bit at a time...What we give to fear, we take away from...faith.
Any fighter knows that regret that doesn't inform your future is wasted emotion. If you lose and dwell on the missed opportunity rather than the chances to come, you're finished.
Always leave a way out, unless you really want to find out how hard a man can fight when he’s nothing to lose.
she should have told me that times slides away on a hillside of lose shale and takes everything in its path-dreams, opportunities, hopes. And youth. It takes that fastest of all.
We are all but symbols of some greater thing—totems of ourselves--subject to change and growth. When we forget that metaphoric sense of ourselves, we lose sight of the overall path.
It's called the FATLOSE trail. FATLOSE stands for 'Fecal Administration To LOSE weight,' an example of PLEASE— Pretty Lame Excuse for an Acronym, Scientists and Experimenters.
Oh, precious losing streak, you're too cute for your own good. I try to laugh about it but my face is made of wood.
It goes in streaks. But some things never go out of fashion.' Hunger artists, fat folks, giants, and dog acts come and go but real freaks never lose their appeal.
Don't be a pleaser of people just because of the fear of the losing your position. You cease to be a true leader when you do so!
Every game has rules. Obey the rules, win the game; disobey the rule, lose it! The game of life has loser and winners. Play fairly and win!
