Quotes About Loss

Besides a cool name and a hot stock, what did Red Hat's investors get? Over the nine months ending November 30, the company produced $13 million in revenues, on which it ran a net loss of $9 million.13 Red Hat's business was barely bigger than a street-corner delicatessen—and a lot less lucrative. But traders, inflamed by the words "software" and "Internet," drove the total value of Red Hat's shares to $21.3 billion by December 9.

Today's investor is so concerned with anticipating the future that he is already paying handsomely for it in advance. Thus what he has projected with so much study and care may actually happen and still not bring him any profit. If it should fail to materialize to the degree expected he may in fact be faced with serious temporary and perhaps even permanent loss.

There is intelligent speculation as there is intelligent investing. But there are many ways in which speculation may be unintelligent. Of these the foremost are: (1) speculating when you think you are investing; (2) speculating seriously instead of as a pastime, when you lack proper knowledge and skill for it; and (3) risking more money in speculation than you can afford to lose.

Once you lose 95% of your money, you have to gain 1,900% just to get back to where you started.

Once you lose 95% of your money, you have to gain 1,900% just to get back to where you started. 1

Today's investor is so concerned with anticipating the future that he is already paying handsomely for it in advance. Thus what he has projected with so much study and care may actually happen and still not bring him any profit. If it should fail to materialize to the degree expected he may in fact be faced with serious temporary and perhaps even permanent loss." P 345

His age was not something of which he'd been unaware—each birthday had been a ritualized reminder of his loss of youth, each New Year's Eve a prompter of the passing of time—but he now understood emotionally what before he had comprehended only as an intellectual concept.

Wyrd bið ful ?ræd. Fate is inexorable. We are given power and we lose it.

I had fought so long and so hard for my home. It had been stolen from me when I was a child, and I had fought the length and breadth of Britain to regain it. And now I must fight for Bebbanburg again. We would ride for home.

Once they passed a village sacked by the French. Not a building remained intact, not a person was in sight, not an animal still lived.

All gone now, just memory is left, and memories fade. But the joy is bedded in the memory

É um poema triste, e portanto um poema verdadeiro. Wyrd bið ful ãræd, diz ele. O destino é inexorável. E wyn eal gedreas. Toda alegria morreu.

Sharpe wanted to be ready and so he untied the rag from his musket's lock and stuffed it into the pocket where he kept the ring Mary had given him. The ring, a plain band of worn silver, had belonged to Sergeant Bickerstaff, Mary's husband, but the Sergeant was dead now and Green had taken Bickerstaff's sergeant's stripes and Sharpe his bed.

I know I have gained Christ and through His blessing I have gained the whole world too, but for what I have lost, for what we have all lost, there is no end to the reckoning. We lost everything.

When Odin lost an eye, he gained wisdom, but when Svein lost an eye he learned fear.

Wyn eal gedreas. Isso é parte de outro poema que às vezes ouço ser cantado no meu castelo. É um poema triste, e portanto um poema verdadeiro. Wyrd bið ful ãræd, diz ele. O destino é inexorável. E wyn eal gedreas. Toda alegria morreu.

Night was falling across the trampled rye. Nine thousand men had been killed or wounded in the fight for the crossroads

much followed from that hurried ceremony in the flower-speckled clearing beside the stream. So many died. There was so much heartache, so much blood and so many tears that they would have made a great river; yet, in time, the eddies smoothed, new rivers joined, and the tears went down to the great wide sea and some people forgot how it ever began. The time of glory did come, yet what might have been never did, and of all those who were hurt by that moment in the sun, Arthur was hurt the most.

Bem, graças a Deus eu não sei o que é perder uma batalha, mas certamente nada pode ser mais doloroso do que ganhar uma com a perda de tantos amigos.

a fool and his money are easily parted.

Wonderboy flashed in the sun. It caught the sphere where it was biggest. A noise like a twenty-one gun salute cracked the sky. There was a straining, ripping sound and a few drops of rain spattered to the ground. The ball screamed toward the pitcher and seemed suddenly to dive down at his feet. He grabbed it to throw to first and realized to his horror that he held only the cover. The rest of it, unraveling cotton thread as it rode, was headed into the outfield.

Mourning died slowly. It never fully dies for something truly loved.

Quando si ha qualcosa da fare che valga la pena, dormire è una perdita.

Ogni occhiata perduta, per uno che viveva di sguardi, era una perdita irrimediabile.