I had lived a charmed life, and then I lost a beautiful woman I loved with all my heart.
Love becomes logically true when lost but still sought from the same source.
When you lose your enemy, it's like you lost your love!
It's better to have loved and lost than to have to do forty pounds of laundry a week.
I love to play; a stage is a safe place for me to be. It's not that way for most folks, but I'd be lost without it.
Once upon a time I fell in love Lost myself And find another one.
I had seen people who had lost everything and everyone they loved to war, famine, and natural disasters.
What do you think it would have been like if Valentine had brought you up along with me? Would you have loved me?" Clary was very glad she had put her cup down, because if she hadn't, she would have dropped it. Sebastian was looking at her not with a...
Whoever said that love hurts was wrong. Love is excruciating, especially when you can feel it slipping through your fingers and there is nothing you can do about it. Like someone was playing tug-of-war with my limbs, ripping to shreds whatever was le...
Teaching is not a lost art, but the regard for it is a lost tradition.
Excellent. I've been told I have a lovely, melodic reading voice." He flipped the book open to the front page, where the title was printed in ornate script. Across from it was a long dedication, the ink faded now and barely legible, though Clary coul...
I think I grew up that night. It might have been Patrick that lost his virginity, but it was me that lost my innocence. Laying in the dark,holding the guy I’d loved since I was twelve and being the friend, the rock he needed…without being corny o...
[talking about Marion's late father] Marion: He said you were a bum. Indiana: Aw, he's being generous. Marion: The most gifted bum he ever trained. You know, he loved you like a son... took a hell of a lot for you to alienate him. Indiana: Not much.....
I know what the fear is. The fear is not for what is lost. What is lost is already in the wall. What is lost is already behind the locked doors. The fear is for what is still to be lost.
I would say my theme has always been paradise lost, always the lost cause, the lost leader, the lost utopia.
An eye is meant to see things. The soul is here for its own joy. A head has one use: For loving a true love. Feet: To chase after. Love is for vanishing into the sky. The mind, for learning what men have done and tried to do. Mysteries are not to be ...
First I lost my voice, then I lost my figure and then I lost Onassis.
Nothing loved is ever lost or perished.
I lost one woman I loved. I'm not losing another.
Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.
I have loved and lost many a time, but along the way I have found myself.
