Rather than the strength it takes to not lose, it's the strength to stand back up after a loss that is sometimes more valuable.
...My hands shook, and I stared at them. Another loss of control. That was the second time this month. Sooner or later, I’d break, if the department didn’t put me down first.
If you want more from life — start by counting your blessings instead of counting your losses, deficits and wants.
For there is nothing quite so terror-inducing as the loss of sleep. It creates phantoms and doubts, causes one to questions one's own abilities and judgement, and, over time, dismantles, from within, the body.
Those who will never be fooled can never be delighted, because without self-forgetfulness there can be no delight, and this is a great and grievous loss.
In trying to escape the fatality of memory, he discovered with an immense sadness that pursuing the past inevitably only leads to greater loss.
A man's power to connect his thought with its proper symbol, and so to utter it, depends on the simplicity of his character, that is, upon his love of truth, and his desire to communicate it without loss.
Hope in the beginning feels like such a violation of the loss, and yet without it we couldn't survive.
In our loss and fear we craved the acts of religion, the ceremonies that allow us to admit our helplessness, our dependence on the great forces we do not understand.
That’s how it felt – that the loss of him had a life of its own. I lived with it as I could have lived with him. Some nights it was quiet and sometimes it pounded on my door.
I don't want it to be attributed to a loss of control on my part. When I throw you out of the window, I want there to be no doubt the act was deliberate.
Life had become some kind of profound competition, where my emotional loss was substituted by my professional success. I became a part of what they call the rat race.
Something has gone amiss with the world, he found himself thinking. Something has changed in the marrow, and I’m at a loss to make sense of it.
The sudden loss of her father was like living with a wound that would never heal, yet her memories of him were fading more and more every day.
And she kissed him back with so much warmth and love that he knew he was finally home. No more blood. No more scheming. No more loss…
I do not think that a man's rise to power is necessarily the climax of his life or that his loss of office should be equated with his fall.
To experience commitment as the loss of options, a type of death, the death of childhood's limitless possibility, of the flattery of choice without duress-this will happen, mark me. Childhood's end.
Elizabeth had never been more at a loss to make her feelings appear what they were not. It was necessary to laugh, when she would rather have cried.
....you can overcome sadness, loneliness, even terrible loss. But guilt goes with you the grave.
Extinction, the irrevocable loss of a species, causes pain that can never find relief. It is an ache that will pass from generation to generation for the rest of human history.
She felt the depth of her losses before they were realized, and she wondered, Is there still hope? Did she even dare hold on to such a tenuous thing as hope?
