Oil painting did to appearances what capital did to social relations. It reduced everything to the equality of objects. Everything became exchangeable because everything became a commodity.
The truth is that several years ago, I suffered from depression. And I remember during this time, I basically fell into this hole where my life became cold, and it became gray, and I lost sight of everything that was important to me.
When money is lost, a little is lost. When time is lost, much more is lost. When health is lost, practically everything is lost. And when creative spirit is lost, there is nothing left.
You don't begin to live, until you've lost everything... I've lost everything three or four times. A perfect place to start.
There is a point. I don't know what it is, but everything I've had, and everything I've lost, and everything I felt—it meant something.
I loved to learn everything, everything in sight, and I was never satisfied that I knew everything there was to know in each of my courses.
I have lost everything, Han thought. Then he corrected himself. Every time I think I’ve lost everything, I find there’s still something else to lose.
Money lost, something lost. Honor lost, much lost. Courage lost, everything lost-better you were never born
I completely lost everything, but I gained everything because I lost the fear.
When I lived in Cookham I was disturbed by a feeling of everything being meaningless.But quite suddenly I became aware that everything was full of special meaning and this made everything holy... I observed this sacred quality in most unexpected quarters.
I have lost everything. Lost everything. Everything. - William Herondale
Margo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.
Money lost-nothing lost, Health lost-little lost, Spirit lost-everything lost.
The truth is... everything counts. Everything. Everything we do and everything we say. Everything helps or hurts; everything adds to or takes away from someone else.
I feel like in the '90s, horror just lost its way and everything became so safe and watered-down.
When we lost Steve, the grief was understandable, but I wasn't prepared for how scary everything became - that fear factor of 'Now I'm doing this on my own.'