A Quote by Toni Morrison

Something that is loved is never lost. — © Toni Morrison
Something that is loved is never lost.
I loved. I lost. So I learned to love what is never lost. Then even what I loved that can be lost was through what cannot be lost...so it was never lost.
She wonders what fool ever said that it's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all - she has never disagreed with something so much.
Money lost, something lost. Honor lost, much lost. Courage lost, everything lost-better you were never born
I loved 'Planet of the Apes,' and I loved 'Star Wars,' and I loved 'Raiders of the Lost Ark,' and to me, the goal always was to work on something as cool as that.
People who say "It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all" never felt a broken heart.
Anyone who tells you that it is better to have loved and lost that to never loved at all has never done both.
I've lost loved ones in my life who never knew how much I loved them. Now I live with the regret that my true feelings for them never were revealed.
Night after night we watch the news and see families who have lost loved ones via violence. We eat our dinner, shake our heads and keep on moving. But for families that have lost loved ones, life is never the same.
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.
If you believe yourself unfortunate because you have loved and lost, perish the thought. One who has loved truly, can never lose entirely.
The really important questions in human life are hardly touched upon by psychologists. Do liars come to believe their own lies? Is pleasure the same as happiness? Is it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved, or not to be able to love?
When wealth is lost, nothing is lost; when health is lost, something is lost; when character is lost, all is lost.
I loved writing 'Lost.' It was like a never-ending opera, in a way.
I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods: I envy not the beast that takes His license in the field of time, Unfetter’d by the sense of crime, To whom a conscience never wakes; Nor, what may count itself as blest, The heart that never plighted troth But stagnates in the weeds of sloth; Nor any want-begotten rest. I hold it true, whate’er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; ‘Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
In the South, our lives kind of revolve around food and taking care of people with food. If someone was sick, or if they had had a baby, or if they had lost a loved one, or even if they lost a job, my momma was at their door with pie or a cake or something to help them feel better.
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