Woe Quotes
Like a red morn that ever yet betokened, Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field, Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto the birds, Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.
Woe, alas, to those who have loved only bodies, forms, appearances! Death will rob them of everything. Try to love souls, you will find them again.
Woe to him that claims obedience when it is not due; woe to him that refuses it when it is.
For life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o' the prize of learning love.
Depression isn't about, 'Woe is me, my life is this, that and the other', it's like having the worst flu all day that you just can't kick.
Come Sleep! Oh Sleep, the certain knot of peace, the baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, the poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, the indifferent judge between the high and low.
They saw their injured country's woe; The flaming town, the wasted field; Then rushed to meet the insulting foe; They took the spear, - but left the shield.
A woman's body is a dark and monstrous mystery; between her supple thighs a heavy whirlpool swirls, two rivers crash, and woe to him who slips and falls!
Of the woes Of unhappy poverty, none is more difficult to bear Than that it heaps men with ridicule.
Sing, seraph with the glory! heaven is high. Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low. The universe's inward voices cry "Amen" to either song of joy and woe. Sing, seraph, poet! sing on equally!
Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost.
Besides, wouldn't it be wonderful if no one ever had to worry about the random cruelty of fatal illness or the woes of old age attacking them or their loved ones?
The Green-eyed Monster causes much woe, but the absence of this ugly serpent argues the presence of a corpse whose name is Eros.
Woe, woe, woe... in a little while we shall all be dead. Therefore let us behave as though we were dead already.
Go your way. Forget Prometheus, And all the woe that he is doom'd to bear; By his own choice this vile estate preferring To ignorant bliss and unfelt slavery.
Woe to the man who tries to remain objective and to maintain a wide perspective: every one will label him as an enemy.
There was a look of woe on his face that was almost comical. Raids, bullets, criminals...no problem. A missing duster? Crisis.
This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.
If you have ever clothed another with woe, as with a garment of pain, you will never be quite as happy as though you had not done that thing.
So glistered the dire Snake , and into fraud Led Eve, our credulous mother, to the Tree Of Prohibition, root of all our woe.
Running to him was real; the way he did it the realest thing he knew. It was all joy and woe, hard as a diamond; it made him weary behond comprehension. But it also made him free.
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.
No doubt the artist is the child of his time; but woe to him if he is also its disciple, or even its favorite.
Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know That life protracted is protracted woe.
Man was made for joy and woe, and when this we rightly know through the world we safely go. Joy and woe are woven fine, a clothing for the soul to bind.
Woe to that man who runs when God has not sent him; and woe to him who refuses to run, or who ceases to run, when God has sent him.
A woman's counsel brought us first to woe, And made her man his paradise forego, Where at heart's ease he liv'd; and might have been As free from sorrow as he was from sin.
When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?
Share weight and woe, for misfortune falls with double force on him that stands alone.
