1 If I did, I would lose all my pleasure.
2 Philanthropic people lose all sense of humanity.
3 Taking some one else's admirer when one loses one's own.
4 Men and women at such moments lose the freedom of their will.
5 Yours seem to lose all sense of honour, of goodness, of purity.
6 It is rather late, and, as you have to dress, you had better lose no time.
7 But he must be very good, and not lose his temper, or spend his money foolishly.
8 I know, now, that when one loses one's good looks, whatever they may be, one loses everything.
9 Lord Henry's casual questioning had made him lose his nerve for the moment, and he wanted his nerve still.
10 The hair would lose its brightness, the mouth would gape or droop, would be foolish or gross, as the mouths of old men are.
11 I don't know what I expected, but I went out and wandered eastward, soon losing my way in a labyrinth of grimy streets and black grassless squares.
12 My dear Dorian," answered Lord Henry, taking a cigarette from his case and producing a gold-latten matchbox, "the only way a woman can ever reform a man is by boring him so completely that he loses all possible interest in life.
13 I only knew that I had seen perfection face to face, and that the world had become wonderful to my eyes--too wonderful, perhaps, for in such mad worships there is peril, the peril of losing them, no less than the peril of keeping them.