When I was young I lost everything.
As a child, I grew up in fear. When I was four, all my other relatives were deported to the countryside, having to leave most of their personal belongings behind.
Gambling has brought our family together. We had to move to a smaller house.
Thus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him.
Loneliness and darkness have just robbed me of my valuables.
I came to serve you at the age of 28 and now I have not a hair on me that is not white, and my body is infirm and exhausted. All that was left to me and my brothers has been taken away and sold, even to the cloak that I wore, without hearing or trial, to my great dishonor.
Now they broke my toothbrush, I don't own anything.
At that time, a friend shall lose his friend's hammer, and the young shall not know where lieth the things possessed by their fathers that their fathers put there only just the night before.
we never know the blessings bestowed on us until we are separated from the possession of them.
You lose your home, you lose your community, you lose your school, you lose your stuff.
She knew nothing, but she had everything that he had lost.
You have no idea how humiliating it was, as a boy, to suddenly have all your clothes, your toys, snatched by the bailiff. I mean we were a middle-class family, it's not as if it was happening up and down the street. It made me ashamed, I felt dirty.
I remember, this one time, one of my best friends was living with us for a little while, this place we were renovating. We got back, we'd been cleared out. The place had been robbed. They must have backed up trucks to get the appliances. And our buddy was still sleeping.
Possessing what we still were unpossessed by, Possessed by what we now no more possessed.
