Just as the body goes into shock after a physical trauma, so does the human psyche go into shock after the impact of a major loss.
Loss
There is no better than adversity. Every defeat, every heartbreak, every loss, contains its own seed, its own lesson on how to improve your performance the next time.
The loss of young first love is so painful that it borders on the ludicrous.
Hope of ill gain is the beginning of loss.
This system of encouragement proves serviceable as a preventive of punishment, the attainment of the tickets being a reward, the forfeiture of them the reverse; and, as such, boys seem often more affected by their loss than by coercion.
We learn, grow and become compassionate and generous as much through exile as homecoming, as much through loss as gain, as much through giving things away as in receiving what we believe to be our due.
A good poem looks life straight in the face, unflinching, sincere, equal to revelation through loss or gain.
It is wisest to be impartial. If you have health, but are attached to it, you will always be afraid of losing it. And if you fear that loss, but become ill, you will suffer. Why not remain forever joyful in the Self?
History shows that, more often than not, loss of sovereignty leads to liberalisation imposed in the interests of the powerful.
Loss doesn’t feel redeemable. But for me one consoling aspect is the recognition that, in this at least, none of us is different from anyone else: We all lose loved ones; we all face our own death.