Quotes About Loss

History repeats itself, but the special call of an art which has passed away is never reproduced. It is as utterly gone out of the world as the song of a destroyed wild bird.

I lost my job as an art salesman. It was the customer's fault. He wanted to buy the wrong paintings.

Ive lost much of my heart and the spark or fire that once created, or produced, the art of fiction.

By means of an image we are often able to hold on to our lost belongings. But it is the desperateness of losing which picks the flowers of memory, binds the bouquet.

I guess they call it suicide, but I'm to full to swallow my pride I can't stand losing you The Police Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.

Maybe you are a poet and a dreamer, but don't you realize that those two species are extinct now?

So I find every pleasant spot In which we two were wont to meet, The field, the chamber, and the street, For all is dark where thou art not

Country music is a form letter. You fi ll in the blanks. You move from one broken heart to the next one and from this marriage to that divorce, from a beating here to a beating there.

good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What! hath some wolfe thy tender lambes ytorne? Or is thy bagpype broke, that soundes so sweete? Or art thou of thy loved lasse forlorne?

A lot of the art that was destroyed was painted and created by Jews. A lot of that is gone because that was degenerative art. That's what Hitler was trying to get rid of.

A billion people died on the news tonight.

But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return!

I deplore the loss of arts on BBC One and Two.

I heard someone say he [Carl Sandburg] was the kind of writer who had everything to gain and nothing to lose by being translated into another language.

Play, creativity, art, spontaneity, all these experiences are their own rewards and are blocked when we perform for reward or punishment, profit or loss.

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.

Art is my cure to all this madness, sadness and loss of belonging in the world & through it I'll walk myself home.

History repeats itself but the special call of an art which has passed away is never reproduced. It is utterly gone out of the world as the song of a destroyed wild bird.

Anything too far out of tune with our attitude is lost, either in the ears themselves or somewhere beyond, but it is lost.

Change is never a loss - it is change only.

agreement of body with inertia agreement with emptiness weightlessness of time rest on the ground recovered earth -- it crumbles -- it melts -- words penetrating the ground -- it dissolves -- loss of possessions -- loss of power -- like dead the buried text

But sometimes life made you give up what you loved most. Sometimes there were no compromises or bargains.

It was the cruelest of destiny's tricks, the death of a young person.

when I'm sad over what I lost, I often find that things look better in the rearview mirror than they really were