Prefer a loss to a dishonest gain; the one brings pain at the moment, the other for all time.
Jas in the Arab language is despair, And Min the darkest meaning of a lie. Thus cried the Jessamine among the flowers, How justly doth a lie Draw on its head despair! Among the fragrant spirits of the bowers The boldest and the strongest still was I. Although so fair, Therefore from Heaven A stronger perfume unto me was given Than any blossom of the summer hours.
Through zeal, knowledge is gotten, through lack of zeal, knowledge is lost; let a man who knows the double path of gain and loss thus place himself that knowledge may grow.
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit. -Kahlil Gibran.
I like not lady-slippers, Not yet the sweet-pea blossoms, Not yet the flaky roses, Red or white as snow; I like the chaliced lilies, The heavy Eastern lilies, The gorgeous tiger-lilies, That in our garden grow.
Very whitely still The lilies of our lives may reassure Their blossoms from their roots, accessible Alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer; Growing straight out of man's reach, on the hill. God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.
But who will watch my lilies, When their blossoms open white? By day the sun shall be sentry, And the moon and the stars by night!
The death of Dr. Hudson is a loss to the republick of letters.
We read poetry because the poets, like ourselves, have been haunted by the inescapable tyranny of time and death; have suffered the pain of loss, and the more wearing, continuous pain of frustration and failure; and have had moods of unlooked-for release and peace. They have known and watched in themselves and others.
Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.
A son could bear with great complacency, the death of his father, while the loss of his inheritance might drive him to despair. [Lat., Gli huomini dimenticano piu teste la morte del padre, che la perdita del patrimonie.]
Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
The loss which is unknown is no loss at all.
That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
Hope of ill gain is the beginning of loss.
One of the great penalties those of us who live our lives in full view of the public must pay is the loss of that most cherished birthright of man's privacy.
There are occasions when it is undoubtedly better to incur loss than to make gain.
The acknowledgment of our weakness is the first step toward repairing our loss.
No evil is without its compensation. The less money, the less trouble; the less favor, the less envy. Even in those cases which put us out of wits, it is not the loss itself, but the estimate of the loss that troubles us.
Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.
Speak to me of love, said St Francis to the almond tree, and the tree blossomed.
If we deny love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love because we fear pain or loss, then our lives will be empty, our loss greater. -Unknown love quote.
As there is no worldly gain without some loss so there is no worldly loss without some gain.
Sweet May hath come to love us, Flowers, trees, their blossoms don; And through the blue heavens above us The very clouds move on.
May, queen of blossoms, And fulfilling flowers, With what pretty music Shall we charm the hours? Wilt thou have pipe and reed, Blown in the open mead? Or to the lute give heed In the green bowers.