Woe Quotes - Page 7

If the guardian or the mother Tell the woes of willful waste, Scorn their counsel and their pother, You can hang or drown at last.

Life protracted is protracted woe.

Thou hast been called, O sleep, the friend of woe, But 'tis the happy that have called thee so.

Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.

I really never look at my health issues as 'Woe is me.' I've seen the reality of that. And it's not a pleasant thing.

Our Adonais has drunk poisonoh! What deaf and viperous murderer could crown Life's early cup with such a draught of woe?

Woe is me! The winged words on which my soul would pierce Into the heights of love's rare universe, Are chains of lead around its flight of fire-- I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire.

God considers this land to be His. You read the Bible and He says 'this is my land' and for any Prime Minister of Israel who decides he is going to carve it up and give it away, God says, 'no, this is mine'... He was dividing God's land and I would say woe unto any Prime Minister of Israel who takes a similar course to appease the EU, the United Nations, or the United States of America. God says 'this land belongs to me. You'd better leave it alone.'

All you who are in love Aye and can not remove it I pity the pain that you endure. For experience lets me know That your hearts are filled with woe It's a woe that no mortal can cure. -"the Curragh of Kildare

I've heard it said that children born to stressful times never shake the air of woe . . . .

The happiest folk are those that are busy, for their minds are starved of time to seek out woe.

You feed it all your woes, the ghostly garden grows.

And some are fall'n, to disobedience fall'n, And so from Heav'n to deepest Hell; O fall From what high state of bliss into what woe!

Still paying, still to owe. Eternal woe!

I am the self-consumer of my woes.

The web of this world is woven of Necessity and Chance. Woe to him who has accustomed himself from his youth up to find something necessary in what is capricious, and who would ascribe something like reason to Chance and make a religion of surrendering to it.

Whatever is the lot of humankind I want to taste within my deepest self. I want to seize the highest and the lowest, to load its woe and bliss upon my breast, and thus expand my single self titanically and in the end go down with all the rest.

Woe to him who would ascribe something like reason to Chance, and make a religion of surrendering to it.

Take care, lest an adventure is now offered you, which, if accepted, will plunge you in deepest woe.

Apathy is the great requisite for the station; for woe betide the wretch who fancies any modicum of zeal.

Woe to the unlucky man who as a child is taught, even as a portion of his creed, what his grown reason must forswear.

The many woes that afflict out nation are rooted in the morally bankrupt paradigms of socialism, interventionism, and empire that have held our nation in their grip for decades and that the only real solution to such woes is libertarianism.

The cause of the world's woe is birth, the cure of the world's woe is a bent stick.

To labour is the lot of man below; And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.

Look now how mortals are blaming the gods, for they say that evils come from us, but in fact they themselves have woes beyond their share because of their own follies.