Woe Quotes - Page 5

Let sinful bachelors their woes deplore; full well they merit all they feel, and more: unaw by precepts, human or divine, like birds and beasts, promiscuously they join.

Thus unlamented pass the proud away, The gaze of fools and pageant of a day; So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow For others' good, or melt at others' woe.

I was not always a man of woe.

Woe to him who saw no more sense in his life, no aim, no purpose, and therefore no point in carrying on.

The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastis'd by sabler tints of woe.

Woe to him, . . . who has no court of appeal against the world's judgment.

He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.

We prefer the shadows where we feel safe over the light which exposes us and causes us to say 'woe is me!'

Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.

Life is richly worth living, with its continual revelations of mighty woe, yet infinite hope; and I take it to my breast.

Woe to him who doesn't know how to wear his mask, be he king or pope!

Trouble follows me wherever I go. Thing I'm in is just a sack o'woe.

Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.

Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.

Your woe hath been my anguish; yea, I quail And perish in your perishing unblest. And I have searched the highths and depths, the scope Of all our universe, with desperate hope To find some solace for your wild unrest.

Long exercised in woes.

But even so, amid the tornadoed Atlantic of my being, do I myself still for ever centrally disport in mute calm; and while ponderous planets of unwaning woe revolve round me, deep down and deep inland there I still bathe me in eternal mildness of joy.

Ah woe is me, through all my daysWisdom and wealth I both have got,And fame and name and great men's praise;But Love, ah! Love I have it not.

He came with death held in his paw Which no rat born could face Oh woe to those who break the law Of Sunflash and his mace!

And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show.

With living colours give my verse to glow: The sad memorial of a tale of woe!

And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe.

I walked around for a while angry, in a bad mood. ... 'Woe is me.' I've gotten over that. It doesn't do any good.

How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!

If our principal treasure be as we profess, in things spiritual and heavenly, and woe unto us if it be not so! on them will our affections, and consequently our desires and thoughts, be principally fixed.