Quote by Miguel de Cervantes

He who loses wealth loses much; he who loses a friend loses more; but he that loses his courage loses all.

He who loses wealth loses much; he who loses a friend loses

Summary

This quote highlights the importance of not only material possessions and personal relationships but also one's own inner strength and resilience. It suggests that while losing wealth or a friend can be devastating, the loss of courage and hope can have a far more profound impact on an individual's life. It reminds us that our ability to face challenges and stay determined is vital, as it forms the foundation for overcoming adversity and achieving success in all aspects of life.

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