noun
1.
detriment, disadvantage, or deprivation from failure to keep, have, or get: to bear the loss of a robbery.
2.
something that is lost: The painting was the greatest loss from the robbery.
3.
an amount or number lost: The loss of life increased each day.
4.
the state of being deprived of or of being without something that one has had: the loss of old friends.
5.
death, or the fact of being dead: to mourn the loss of a grandparent.
A loss is probably one of the most powerful experiences in life. It determines the character of who you are, and who you will become in life.
our losses make us strong. Our losses give us grief, but also a sense of poigniancy – here is something in our life that we valued so much, we miss it. What are the kinds of things we miss? People? Things? I don’t think you can count a thing as a loss. When someone talks about ‘tallying their losses’ after a fire or a flood, I just think, “Be thankful there are no human loses.”
She had to cut her losses and run. They had tracked her from Oregon to the city, and she would rather keep this life rather than sacrifice it. Raven would know what to do. Kay had to run and she knew she almost lost everything back in the warehouse. Was it worth it to find him?
Life is much easier when your on the winning end of the things, however most people have to deal with their fair share of losses. Grabbing the short end of the stick isn’t always a bad thing, after all how can one ever learn from their mistakes if they never fail.
I’ve feel as if the losses in my life, while subjective to some are weighing me down like a cement block tied to my ankle and I’m drowning in the ocean. I don’t expect anyone else to understand. It is what it is.
I think that if you work hard enough at something you love and are confident in then your losses are minimal and if they aren’t small, then it shouldn’t matter. Losses are only as important as you make them. Learn from them, don’t dwell on them.
This is different. This isn’t like when you were seven and your puppy died, or even when you had to attend your great Aunt’s funeral when you were in the sixth grade. This hurts. This is personal. They keep saying “I’m so sorry” but they have no idea. You don’t even have any idea. What’s happening to you? Stop, don’t answer that. Take a deep breath. Try to go on. I know it’s hard.
Losses… well this is such a deep word in my opinion. Losses are very difficult to deal with. This past year and a half I’ve had a lot of losses, I’ve lost my son, my boyfriend, my uncle, and my best friend. Losses suck. But I get up everyday and continue doing what I have to do for the people who walk into my life and also love me.
there are many losses in life. some personal, like death of loved ones; some professional, like closing a business. but when any kind of loss occurs, another door opens. you can gain wisdom or a deeper understanding of yourself.
some losses can define yourself, while others can make you lose your soul for awhile.
there are many losses in life. some personal, like death of loved ones; some professional, like closing a business. but when any kind of loss occurs, another door opens. you can gain wisdom or a deeper understanding of yourself.
There are many type of losses in the world. The worst loss is when you lose a person close to you. Not necessarily in the tangible way but more of the emotional way. The relationship starts of strong, always talking. Then the conversations get shorter and shorter until they just aren’t there anymore.
she had so many losses in her life that she thought she couldnt stand to go outside in the world. she even refused to look out the window fearing what might be out there waiting to snatch her up next.
They suffered heavy losses. Their armies limped home with a river of blood at their heels, the lost lives dogging every step. Heavy footsteps dragged man by man. They were lucky to be alive, luck to still feel the sun on their face and the wind in their hair, but they couldn’t appreciate that. How? How could they possibly? Their friends lay in rotting piles behind them, dead eyes staring into an open sky.
Denial. Dnger. Bargaining. Depression. Acceptance.
How simple minded the idiot that invented those stages was, to actually believe that those are the only things we feel. A man who saw in black and white while we felt a quite hideous set of colors.
Pathetic.
When going through life we all have things that go away. Things we never wanted to see go. Things we still crave to have nearby. Those losses make us strive to care more. Live life to its fullest.
A man suffers many losses in his life. To continue on through these dramatic changes one must be strong. Not arm strong, but head strong. Never give up.
“I’m sorry, Dillon.”
“No, wait, Sophie -” he lunged forward, desperately grabbing for her sleeve, but she pulled back. She couldn’t do this. She’d done it too many times already. Time to cut her losses and go.
“I’m sorry, Dillon,” she said again, and against her better judgement whispered, “I love you.”
Then she turned and fled.
Ive been thinking about my losses lately. Like what do I lose when I get “game over” on a video game? How about when I lose a game of chess against my dad. What about losing my mind?
It’s a terrible thing to experience losses at just a time frame of one year out of high school. To think that he was sitting in the same classroom as me for 80+ minutes a day, dreaming of college and beer, watching the clock and pretending to take interest, and now, all of that has led to one car accident. One night of one mistake.
She counted her losses then counted them twice. She counted wrong both times, because she was doing the counting and poor accounting at that. They had lost them, and them was a harder thing to lose than they had previously thought. She had miscounted those chances, too.
We have to cut our losses. Handle our back-ups. Dismantle our initiatives. Rethink our strategies. Or any other business, economic, medical, or scientific lingo like that. Point is, we need to do something different, and fast.
We have a blueprint on the table. Gears literally shifting beside us and mentally in our heads. We have something phenomenal here. Something truly revolutionary.
den schlüssel verlieren. die liebe verlieren. den mut verlieren. all das bedeutet nichts, wenn du die hoffnung behältst. den mut, weiter zu machen, dich nicht einkriegen zu lassen. das leben liebt dich, glaube mir.
cut your losses and just quit while youre ahead, babe. Your lines need some oiling, some mechanical work. The slurred sentences drop and twist and twirl around my dizzy mind but i’m not falling for it, not falling with you. Make a one night wish and realize that i’m not a genie; I’ll flutter my eyelashes, kiss your cheek, but you won’t get any more. Beware the siren in the short skirt and bloody tights. You’ll only see me in your nightmares, babe. Mwah.
The man gripped his ticket and watched the screen, keeping his eyes focused on a horse. It was a beautiful beast, black, flowing mane, and a stripe down its nose. It looked like a champion, but as it approached a fence, it toppled.
Life is filled with little bits of everything. Losses come across as sufferings when we reflect, but not all loss is a tragedy. When you lose heartache, don’t you better your soul?
The losses, he decided, were too great. He’d seen too many of his friends taken down on the field of battle that day. He walked away with a heavy heart. Things would never be the same again.
Betina tallied her losses and shook her head, because she could see what it all boiled down to, a deficit pure and simple. She was operating in the red and this wasn’t just a question of finances. Betina was behind in life. She’d dropped out of her graduate program, lost her fiance to a cheerleader with a brain, alienated her best friends, and gained thirty pounds in two months. Things were not looking good.
All of them. They are gone. For what purpose did they hold that I remember? One of some lesson or five or ten or a thousand. Each one bearing different fruits which were plucked and eaten or fell to the ground to be found as a flower seasons later.
What was gained by them as beings or entities most think of as none being or inanimate? All things are animate. All things are observing or rather play with our observance.
I have had so many losses in my life, it was just getting to be so unbearable. Starting with my mom and ending with my sister. Both of these women were so important to me, I was starting to feel like I was nothing in life. So many losses can really change a person.
Just one word. From your mouth. You have wanted me. Left. Gone. Deciecied. Decieved. Hopes unfulfilled. A heart brocken. Losses. They are devestating – result of Hell in the world. But Jesus wins! He winds and shines throught. We can be victorious in Him!! Try it.
noun
1.
detriment, disadvantage, or deprivation from failure to keep, have, or get: to bear the loss of a robbery.
2.
something that is lost: The painting was the greatest loss from the robbery.
3.
an amount or number lost: The loss of life increased each day.
4.
the state of being deprived of or of being without something that one has had: the loss of old friends.
5.
death, or the fact of being dead: to mourn the loss of a grandparent.
A loss is probably one of the most powerful experiences in life. It determines the character of who you are, and who you will become in life.
our losses make us strong. Our losses give us grief, but also a sense of poigniancy – here is something in our life that we valued so much, we miss it. What are the kinds of things we miss? People? Things? I don’t think you can count a thing as a loss. When someone talks about ‘tallying their losses’ after a fire or a flood, I just think, “Be thankful there are no human loses.”
Losses, a regrettable part of life.
Losses are what make and break us.
Changing us for better and worst.
She had to cut her losses and run. They had tracked her from Oregon to the city, and she would rather keep this life rather than sacrifice it. Raven would know what to do. Kay had to run and she knew she almost lost everything back in the warehouse. Was it worth it to find him?
losses affect everyone, so people should be more sympathetic towards others. Everyone looses someone…
Life is much easier when your on the winning end of the things, however most people have to deal with their fair share of losses. Grabbing the short end of the stick isn’t always a bad thing, after all how can one ever learn from their mistakes if they never fail.
I’ve feel as if the losses in my life, while subjective to some are weighing me down like a cement block tied to my ankle and I’m drowning in the ocean. I don’t expect anyone else to understand. It is what it is.
Losses. They are permanent. Otherwise, they are redemptions.
I think that if you work hard enough at something you love and are confident in then your losses are minimal and if they aren’t small, then it shouldn’t matter. Losses are only as important as you make them. Learn from them, don’t dwell on them.
This is different. This isn’t like when you were seven and your puppy died, or even when you had to attend your great Aunt’s funeral when you were in the sixth grade. This hurts. This is personal. They keep saying “I’m so sorry” but they have no idea. You don’t even have any idea. What’s happening to you? Stop, don’t answer that. Take a deep breath. Try to go on. I know it’s hard.
“What are you doing here? Haven’t you done enough?” she mumbled, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
He looked at her, almost sadly. “I, uh, came to see if you were okay.”
“My sister’s dead. Why would I be okay?” she hissed.
“I’m sorry. I really am, Kara.”
“You are. I know. Doesn’t make it hurt any less.”
Losses… well this is such a deep word in my opinion. Losses are very difficult to deal with. This past year and a half I’ve had a lot of losses, I’ve lost my son, my boyfriend, my uncle, and my best friend. Losses suck. But I get up everyday and continue doing what I have to do for the people who walk into my life and also love me.
there are many losses in life. some personal, like death of loved ones; some professional, like closing a business. but when any kind of loss occurs, another door opens. you can gain wisdom or a deeper understanding of yourself.
some losses can define yourself, while others can make you lose your soul for awhile.
there are many losses in life. some personal, like death of loved ones; some professional, like closing a business. but when any kind of loss occurs, another door opens. you can gain wisdom or a deeper understanding of yourself.
I once had a turtle. It fell out of the balcony and it got lost somewhere in the bushes. It was sad. Really, Really sad. It’s alive thought.
There are many type of losses in the world. The worst loss is when you lose a person close to you. Not necessarily in the tangible way but more of the emotional way. The relationship starts of strong, always talking. Then the conversations get shorter and shorter until they just aren’t there anymore.
she had so many losses in her life that she thought she couldnt stand to go outside in the world. she even refused to look out the window fearing what might be out there waiting to snatch her up next.
They suffered heavy losses. Their armies limped home with a river of blood at their heels, the lost lives dogging every step. Heavy footsteps dragged man by man. They were lucky to be alive, luck to still feel the sun on their face and the wind in their hair, but they couldn’t appreciate that. How? How could they possibly? Their friends lay in rotting piles behind them, dead eyes staring into an open sky.
Denial. Dnger. Bargaining. Depression. Acceptance.
How simple minded the idiot that invented those stages was, to actually believe that those are the only things we feel. A man who saw in black and white while we felt a quite hideous set of colors.
Pathetic.
they suck i hate to loose things.
When going through life we all have things that go away. Things we never wanted to see go. Things we still crave to have nearby. Those losses make us strive to care more. Live life to its fullest.
A man suffers many losses in his life. To continue on through these dramatic changes one must be strong. Not arm strong, but head strong. Never give up.
“I’m sorry, Dillon.”
“No, wait, Sophie -” he lunged forward, desperately grabbing for her sleeve, but she pulled back. She couldn’t do this. She’d done it too many times already. Time to cut her losses and go.
“I’m sorry, Dillon,” she said again, and against her better judgement whispered, “I love you.”
Then she turned and fled.
Ive been thinking about my losses lately. Like what do I lose when I get “game over” on a video game? How about when I lose a game of chess against my dad. What about losing my mind?
It’s a terrible thing to experience losses at just a time frame of one year out of high school. To think that he was sitting in the same classroom as me for 80+ minutes a day, dreaming of college and beer, watching the clock and pretending to take interest, and now, all of that has led to one car accident. One night of one mistake.
lossses of opportunity never to be gain again. HOwever the beauty in losses is the chance ot learn and strengthen.
She counted her losses then counted them twice. She counted wrong both times, because she was doing the counting and poor accounting at that. They had lost them, and them was a harder thing to lose than they had previously thought. She had miscounted those chances, too.
We have to cut our losses. Handle our back-ups. Dismantle our initiatives. Rethink our strategies. Or any other business, economic, medical, or scientific lingo like that. Point is, we need to do something different, and fast.
We have a blueprint on the table. Gears literally shifting beside us and mentally in our heads. We have something phenomenal here. Something truly revolutionary.
We will invent the time machine.
den schlüssel verlieren. die liebe verlieren. den mut verlieren. all das bedeutet nichts, wenn du die hoffnung behältst. den mut, weiter zu machen, dich nicht einkriegen zu lassen. das leben liebt dich, glaube mir.
pain, suffering,
the list goes on,
all the memories,
that don’t want to be remembered,
rise to the top,
not needing a life jacket.
Losses.
cut your losses and just quit while youre ahead, babe. Your lines need some oiling, some mechanical work. The slurred sentences drop and twist and twirl around my dizzy mind but i’m not falling for it, not falling with you. Make a one night wish and realize that i’m not a genie; I’ll flutter my eyelashes, kiss your cheek, but you won’t get any more. Beware the siren in the short skirt and bloody tights. You’ll only see me in your nightmares, babe. Mwah.
The man gripped his ticket and watched the screen, keeping his eyes focused on a horse. It was a beautiful beast, black, flowing mane, and a stripe down its nose. It looked like a champion, but as it approached a fence, it toppled.
The man had lost.
lose someone . or terrible loss
Life is filled with little bits of everything. Losses come across as sufferings when we reflect, but not all loss is a tragedy. When you lose heartache, don’t you better your soul?
The losses, he decided, were too great. He’d seen too many of his friends taken down on the field of battle that day. He walked away with a heavy heart. Things would never be the same again.
Betina tallied her losses and shook her head, because she could see what it all boiled down to, a deficit pure and simple. She was operating in the red and this wasn’t just a question of finances. Betina was behind in life. She’d dropped out of her graduate program, lost her fiance to a cheerleader with a brain, alienated her best friends, and gained thirty pounds in two months. Things were not looking good.
All of them. They are gone. For what purpose did they hold that I remember? One of some lesson or five or ten or a thousand. Each one bearing different fruits which were plucked and eaten or fell to the ground to be found as a flower seasons later.
What was gained by them as beings or entities most think of as none being or inanimate? All things are animate. All things are observing or rather play with our observance.
I have had so many losses in my life, it was just getting to be so unbearable. Starting with my mom and ending with my sister. Both of these women were so important to me, I was starting to feel like I was nothing in life. So many losses can really change a person.
Hey man, you win some, you loose some, but the game isn’t over until you take your last breath. The battle may be over, but the war can still be won.
Just one word. From your mouth. You have wanted me. Left. Gone. Deciecied. Decieved. Hopes unfulfilled. A heart brocken. Losses. They are devestating – result of Hell in the world. But Jesus wins! He winds and shines throught. We can be victorious in Him!! Try it.