Loss Quotes - Page 121

But for a moment Dirk had a sense of inifinite loss and sadness that somewhere among the frenzy of information noise that daily rattled the lives of men he thought he might have heard a few notes that denoted the movements of gods.

I think that 9/11 is a greater loss if we do not change our behavior in some way. I think that if we don't turn it into a positive change in some way, those innocent people really died for no purpose. I would like to think they had some important purpose. What I see, that I don't like, is the product of what our land of opportunity can breed.

Desire for gain and fear of loss burn like fire.

There are two types of pain. There is the pain of loss, which you can recover. And then, there is the pain of regret which never goes away.

Strange, the workings of the heart. One could go on for years, habituated to loss, reconciled to it, and then, in a moment's unwary thought, the pain resurfaced, sharp and raw as a fresh wound.

You can talk all you want about Russia, which is all a, you know, fake news fabricated deal to try to make up for the loss of the Democrats and the press plays right into it. In fact, I saw a couple of the people that were supposedly involved with this but they know nothing about it. They never made a phone call to Russia, they never received a phone call, it's all fake news. It's all fake news.

I'm on [Antonin] Scalia's side 100 percent. His death was a tremendous loss.

There is no question but that when one is engaged militarily that there are going to be unintended loss of life.

I wish you were that birch rising from the clump behind you, and I the gray oak alongside.

Choice, with its inevitable invitations to loss, is always such a trial.

The best moments involve a loss of control. It's a kind of rapture, and it can happen with words and phrases fairly often - completely surprising combinations that make a higher kind of sense, that come to you out of nowhere. But rarely for extended periods, for paragraphs and pages - I think poets must have more access to this state than novelists do.

Sometimes you have to go through a total loss of inspiration to find what really inspires you the most.

A lost love. Deny it who will, ridicule it, treat it as mere imagination and sentiment, the thing is and will be; and women do suffer therefrom, in all its infinite varieties: loss by death, by faithlessness or unworthiness, and by mistaken or unrequited affection.

We never discover the value of things till we have lost them.

I am deeply saddened by the tragic loss of my dear friend Ronni Chasen. I have had the honor of working with her for over 15 years. She was one of a kind. I loved her. I miss her.

Innocence is suffering and the loss of that innocence is something to fear.

You are suffering from an ailment that affects ladies of romantic imaginations. Symptoms include fainting, weariness, loss of appetite, low spirits. While on one level the crisis can be ascribed to wandering about in freezing rain without the benefit of adequate waterproofing, the deeper cause is more likely to be found in some emotional trauma. However, unlike the heroines of your favorite novels, your constitution has not been weakened by the privations of life in earlier, harsher centuries. No tuberculosis, no childhood polio, no unhygienic living conditions. You'll survive.' " pg. 303

My daughter fell in love with Ben Barnes, of course. She's 17. What are you gonna do? That was a tragic loss. He didn't fall in love with her.

We call it "Nature"; only reluctantly admitting ourselves to be "Nature" too.

I've never been one to look at numbers or think about stuff like that. The only numbers I worry about are wins and losses-that's always been my biggest priority.

I am enjoying myself and I do not mind the loss of personal time and family time when I am doing good films.

Voices and movements approach loss and remembrance profoundly, making poetry of the mundane and seasoning it with wit.

Weight loss after pregnancy is safe but requires attention and guidelines

Love with someone else, an actual person, was another matter. People got hurt doing that. People cried and wrapped their arms around themselves and rocked with loss. Loving words got turned to fierce, sharp, whip-cracks of anger that lefft permanent marks. At the least, it disappointed you. At most, it damaged you.

Control was just wishful thinking, and you controlled things to hedge your bets, to be safe, to guard against loss.