#loss

The loss of reason in war seems to me honorable, like the death of a sentry at his post. ↗

— Leonid Andreyev

#his #honorable #like #loss #me

This airline is grateful for his extensive contributions and we will miss his friendship and support. We extend our deepest sympathies to the Casey family on its personal loss. ↗

— Gerard Arpey

#casey #contributions #deepest #extend #extensive

After an unremitting and severe labour of two days, we returned to our old encampment with the loss of some of my horses, and my men excessively fatigued. ↗

— William Henry Ashley

#days #encampment #excessively #fatigued #horses

Anticipating that most poetry will be worse than carrying heavy luggage through O'Hare Airport, the public, to its loss, reads very little of it. ↗

— Russell Baker

#anticipating #carrying #hare #heavy #little

Getting over someone is a grieving process. You mourn the loss of the relationship, and that's only expedited by 'Out of sight, out of mind.' But when you walk outside and see them on a billboard or on TV or on the cover of a magazine, it reopens the wound. It's a high-class problem, but it's real. ↗

— Hank Azaria

#billboard #cover #getting #grieving #high-class

If a speculator is correct half of the time, he is hitting a good average. Even being right 3 or 4 times out of 10 should yield a person a fortune if he has the sense to cut his losses quickly on the ventures where he is wrong. ↗

— Bernard Baruch

#being #correct #cut #even #fortune

It is the hour to rend thy chains, the blossom time of souls. ↗

— Katharine Lee Bates

#chains #hour #souls #thy #time

No one else can take risks for us, or face our losses on our behalf, or give us self-esteem. No one can spare us from life's slings and arrows, and when death comes, we meet it alone. ↗

— Martha Beck

#arrows #behalf #comes #death #else

Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul. ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#blossom #fairest #gratitude #soul #springs

When Whitney Houston died, I felt great sadness. My sadness, of course, was about our collective loss - when you listened to this nightingale sing, your body would drop into a chair, your head would tilt up, a small smile would creep across your face, and inside you knew that there was a higher power somewhere: gifted, beautiful, spiritual. ↗

— James Belushi

#across #beautiful #body #chair #collective