Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive.

If we didn't lose anything during life, we would lose life without anything.

The loss of a thing affects us until we have lost it altogether.

To be born with nothing was grim. But to be born with everything, then to lose it, was far more cruel.

What we lose with each death, though, is more like stars falling out of the sky and into the sea and gone. The something undone, the something that won’t ever be done, always remains unendurable to consider. A permanent loss of possibility, so that what is left is only ever better than nothing, but the loss is limitless.

If we continue being naive we will lose everything.

You could not be born at a better period than the present, when we have lost everything.

Humanity may endure the loss of everything: all its possessions may be torn away without infringing its true dignity; — all but the possibility of improvement.

There is no real way to deal with everything we lose.

When we have lost everything, including hope, life becomes a disgrace, and death a duty.

Money lost, little lost.
Honor lost, much lost.
Pluck lost, all lost.

All is loss that comes between us and Christ.

Thus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him.

We’ve lost so much to this devastating — this devastating pandemic that continues to claim lives around the world and impact so much on our existence.