Loss Quotes ( 20 - 30 of 37 )
A son could bear with great complacency, the death of his father,
while the loss of his inheritance might read more
A son could bear with great complacency, the death of his father,
while the loss of his inheritance might drive him to despair.
[Lat., Gli huomini dimenticano piu teste la morte del padre, che
la perdita del patrimonie.]
Things that are not at all, are never lost.
Things that are not at all, are never lost.
A wise man loses nothing, if he but save himself.
A wise man loses nothing, if he but save himself.
When wealth is lost, nothing is lost;
When health is lost, something is lost;
When character is read more
When wealth is lost, nothing is lost;
When health is lost, something is lost;
When character is lost, all is lost!
That puts it not unto the touch
To win or lose it all.
That puts it not unto the touch
To win or lose it all.
What you lend is lost; when you ask for it back, you may find a
friend made an enemy read more
What you lend is lost; when you ask for it back, you may find a
friend made an enemy by your kindness. If you begin to press him
further, you have the choice of two things--either to lose your
loan or lose your friend.
[Lat., Si quis mutuum quid dederit, sit pro proprio perditum;
Cum repetas, inimicum amicum beneficio invenis tuo.
Si mage exigere cupias, duarum rerum exoritur optio;
Vel illud, quod credideris perdas, vel illum amicum, amiseris.]
Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the read more
Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,
Thou are gone, and for ever!
We have lost morals, justice, honor, piety and faith, and that
sense of shame which, once lost, can never read more
We have lost morals, justice, honor, piety and faith, and that
sense of shame which, once lost, can never be restored.
[Lat., Periere mores, jus, decus, pietas, fides,
Et qui redire nescit, cum perit, pudor.]
Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss
But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss
But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
Now those memories come back to haunt meThey haunt me like a curse
Now those memories come back to haunt meThey haunt me like a curse
