Quotes
Quotes about Loss
A wail in the wind is all I hear;
A voice of woe for a lover's loss.
There are gains for all our losses,
There are balms for all our pain.
Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring
Lies open, writ in blossoms.
His eyes
All radiant with glad surprise,
Looked forward through the Centuries
And saw the seeds which sages cast
In the world's soil in cycles past
Spring up and blossom at the last;
Saw how the souls of men had grown,
And where the scythes of Truth had mown
Clear space for Liberty's white throne;
Saw how, by sorrow tried and proved,
The blackening stains had been removed
Forever from the land he loved;
Saw Treason crushed and Freedom crowned,
And clamorous Faction, gagged and bound,
Gasping its life out on the ground.
What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? Do you hear those little chirps and twitters coming out of that piece of apple-wood? Those are the ghosts of the robins and blue-birds that sang upon the bough when it was in blossom last Spring. In Summer whole flocks of them come fluttering about the fruit-trees under the window: so I have singing birds all the year round.
My loss may shine yet goodlier than your gain
When Time and God give judgment.
Her mouth is a honey-blossom,
No doubt, as the poet sings;
But within her lips, the petals,
Lurks a cruel bee that stings.
I saw the starry Tree
Eternity
Put forth the blossom Time.
Here's a pot with a cot in a park
In a park where the peach-blossoms blew,
Where the lovers eloped in the dark,
Lived, died and were changed into two
Bright birds that eternally flew
Through the boughs of the may, as they sang;
'T is a tale was undoubtedly true
In the reign of the Emperor Hwang.
Beneath the crisp and wintry carpet hid
A million buds but stay their blossoming
And trustful birds have built their nests amid
The shuddering boughs, and only wait to sing
Till one soft shower from the south shall bid
And hither tempt the pilgrim steps of Spring.
Why should I stay? Nor seed nor fruit have I,
But, sprung at once to beauty's perfect round,
Nor loss nor gain nor change in me is found,--
A life-complete in death-complete to die.
Democracy is on trial in the world, on a more colossal scale than ever before.
I fear to love you, Sweet, because
Love's the ambassador of loss.
The people blossoms armies and puts forth
The splendid summer of its noiseless might.
There is such a choice of difficulties that I am myself at a loss how to determine.
Gain not base gains; base gains are the same as losses.
Diligence increaseth the fruit of toil. A dilatory man wrestles with losses.
There are occasions when it is undoubtedly better to incur loss than to make gain.
The loss which is unknown is no loss at all.
No great thing is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me that you desire a fig, I answer you that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen.
Who in life's battle firm doth stand
Shall bear hope's tender blossoms
Into the silent land!
The desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose.
And though he promise to his loss,
He makes his promise good.
The loss of life will be irreplaceable.
Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it.
