Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever.
It always hurts more to have and lose than to not have in the first place.
You forget your victories, but you remember the losses.
She’s lost in thought. I’m lost in her.
If a man loses his lord’s trust then he has lost everything.
At the temple there is a poem called “Loss” carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.
You must not let hatred destroy you. You will lose your soul.
To lose confidence in one’s body is to lose confidence in one’s self.
Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war.
Not all those who wander are lost.
No one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.[Ninguém perde ninguém, porque ninguém possui ninguém. Essa é a verdadeira experiência da liberdade: ter a coisa mais importante do mundo, sem a possuir.]
It is a lovely night, and they are much to be pitied who have not been taught to feel, in some degree, as you do; who have not, at least, been given a taste for Nature in early life. They lose a great deal.
