Quotes About Loss

Calico Pie,The little Birds flyDown to the calico tree,Their wings were blue,And they sang "Tilly-loo!"Till away they flew—And they never came back to me!

The search for Eden always ends in tears.

The $32 loss was well within the range of possible outcomes predicted by my theory, so it didn't lead me to doubt my results.

Kelly Criterion are: (1) The investor or bettor generally avoids total loss; (2) the bigger the edge, the larger the bet; (3) the smaller the risk, the larger the bet. The Kelly Criterion, not having been invented by the old-line academic economists, has generated considerable controversy.

The original level of biodiversity is not likely to be regained in any period of time that has meaning for the human mind.

If it was true what her mother had once told her, then nothing rang the telephone like death in the middle of the night.

A few women had cried, remembering the way Henry smiled or how he would join them in singing or thinking that the death ofanyone, good or bad, master or not, cut down one more tree in the life forest that shielded them from their own death; but most said or did nothing.

Exile is predicated on the existence of, love for, and a real bond with one's native place; the universal truth of exile is not that one has lost that love or home, but that inherent in each is an unexpected, unwelcome loss. Regard experiences then as if they were about to disappear.

L]ike DiMaggio putting daily flowers on Marilyn's grave, I find myself compulsively drifting past here every day in a vigil that only reinforces my unredeemability.

It seems that's it for me and what's a soul to do then? What's a soul to do?" "Simply go on loving her." "So I seem to be doing but what's the sense of it? Where does it lead?" The frail hand tightened on his and then was gone. Haj Harun knelt in front of him and held him by the shoulders, his face serious. "You're still young, Prester John. Don't you see it leads nowhere? It's an end in itself.

But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.

So much had fallen into the sea. Hats fell in to the sea. Hearts fell into the sea. So much had fallen into the sea

I would have rid the earth of himOnce, in my pride.I never knew the worth of himUntil he died.

And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go.

And there was no Camelot now -- now that no Queen was there, all white and gold, under an oaktree with another sunlight sifting itself in silence on her glory through the dark leaves above her where she sat, smiling at what she feared, and fearing least what most there was to fear.

She fears him, and will always ask What fated her to choose him; She meets in his engaging mask All reasons to refuse him; But what she meets and what she fears Are less than are the downward years Drawn slowly to the foamless weirs Of age, were she to lose him.

Yes, there is yet one way to where she is, / Bitter, but one that faith may never miss. / Out of the grave I come to tell you this— / To tell you this.

Who knows to-day from yesterday May learn to count no thing too strange: Love builds of what Time takes away, Till Death itself is less than Change.

Indeed, a funeral can give a subsequent event new importance for the entire family because the newly celebrated individual becomes the replacement for the family member who has just died.

I did precisely the wrong thing. The cotton showed me a loss and I kept it. The wheat showed me a profit and I sold it out. Of all the speculative blunders there are few greater than trying to average a losing game. Always sell what shows you a loss and keep what shows you a profit.

They are still angry. I am not. Getting angry doesn't get a man anywhere. More than once it has been borne in on me that a speculator who loses his temper is a goner.

He went downAs when a lordly cedar, green with boughs,Goes down with a great shout upon the hills,And leaves a lonesome place against the sky.

Sai bene che quando l'amore si spegne è più freddo della morte. Il problema è che le due parti in causa non si spengono contemporaneamente e quando sei la parte ancora accesa, preferiresti essere morto.

Per un pò ci ho provato, ma sai bene che quando l'amore si spegne è più freddo della morte. Il problema è che le due parti in causa non si spengono contemporaneamente e quando sei la parte ancora accesa preferiresti essere morto.