Woe Quotes

Woe unto him that is never alone, and cannot bear to be alone.

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.

The heart bowed down by weight of woe to weakest hope will cling.

Sainthood emerges when you can listen to someone's tale of woe and not respond with a description of your own.

Woe is me! Bitter is me! For what is my life? Why didn't the ship go under and drown me before I came to America?

Share weight and woe, for misfortune falls with double force on him that stands alone.

Too oft is transient pleasure the source of long woes.

Money was made, not to command our will, But all our lawful pleasures to fulfill. Shame and woe to us, if we our wealth obey; The horse doth with the horseman away.

The Morning after Woe- Tis frequently the Way- Surpasses all that rose before- For utter Jubilee-.

Oh, Conscience! Conscience! man's most faithful friend, Him canst thou comfort, ease, relieve, defend; But if he will thy friendly checks forego, Thou art, oh! woe for me, his deadliest foe!

I often think we do not take this business of photography in a sufficiently serious spirit. Issuing a photograph is like marriage: you can only undo the mischief with infinite woe.

Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow! Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe!

Give not thyself up, then, to fire, lest it invert thee, deaden thee, as for the time it did me. There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness.

He for himself weaves woe who weaves for others woe, and evil counsel on the counselor recoils.

Not suffering, but faint heart, is worst of woes.

I learn to pity woes so like my own.

Joys as winged dreams fly fast, / Why should sadness longer last? / Grief is but a wound to woe; / Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no moe.

We are kept all as securely in Love in woe as in weal, by the Goodness of God.

He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him.

Lord of himself; that heritage of woe!

Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone. But grief returns with the revolving year.

Woe to the man who tries to stretch the imagination of man He shall be mocked he shall be scourged by the blinkered guardians of morality.

Often on earth the gentlest heart is fain To feed and banquet on another's woe.

They saw their injured country's woe.

Ah, there are moments for us here, when, seeing Life's inequalities, and woe, and care, The burdens laid upon our mortal being Seem heavier than the human heart can bear.

In recounting our woes, we often soothe them.

One rule which woe betides the banker who fails to heed it/Never lend any money to anybody unless they don't need it.

Whatever mitigates the woes, or increases the happiness of others, is a just criterion of goodness; and whatever injures society at large, or any individual in it, is a criterion of iniquity.

We only see clearly when we have reached the depths of woe.

By woe the soul to daring action steals; by woe in plaintless patience it excels.

There's a hope for every woe, and a balm for every pain, but the first joys of our heart come never back again!

Sin is dark and loves the dark, still hides from itself in gloom, and in the darkest hell is still itself the darkest hell and the severest woe.

W'en you see a man in woe, Walk right up and say 'hullo'; Say "hullo" and "how d'ye do. How's the world a-usin' you?

It becomes one, while exempt from woes, to look to the dangers.

Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains, Winning from Reason's hand the reins, Pity and woe! for such a mind Is soft contemplative, and kind.

Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine.

But poverty, with most who whimper forth Their long complaints, is self-inflicted woe; The effect of laziness, or sottish write.

woah is me to have seen what i seen see what i see

Though Death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.

Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.

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

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!

As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.

Do not dump your woes upon people — keep the sad story of your life to yourself. Troubles grow by recounting them.

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.

Long exercised in woes.

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

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

Let the world slide, let the world go; A fig for care, and a fig for woe! If I can't pay, why I can owe, And death makes equal the high and low.

If war has its chivalry and its pageantry, it has also its hideousness and its demoniac woe. Bullets respect not beauty. They tear out the eye, and shatter the jaw, and rend the cheek.