Woe Quotes

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

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

Care draws on care, woe comforts woe again, Sorrow breeds sorrow, on grief brings forth twain.

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

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

Ah, were she pitiful as she is fair,Or but as mild as she is seeming so,Then were my hopes greater than my despair,Then all the world were heaven, nothing woe.

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

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

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

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

I was not always a man of woe.

Woe to him who neglects to recommend himself to Mary, and thus closes the channel of grace!

Beside one deed of guilt, how blest is guiltless woe!

Man lives two lives, woe, were it otherwise! One is seized by death, the other one, his honor, remains.

Out of my own great woe I make my little songs.

There is a woe that is wisdom, a woe that is madness.

Change follows change in us, almost without transition; we pass from blissful rapture to sobbing woe; a single step divides our sublimest ecstasies from the darkest depth of spiritual despondency.

Haste breeds error; error breeds 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.

And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe.

Silence in love betrays more woe - Than words though ne'er so witty; A beggar that is dumb, you know, may challenge double pity.

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

Rhianna flashed Rose a small smile. "Sometimes I have a chip on my shoulder. You know, the woe-is-me-I'm-such-a-martyr complex.

He had grieved for me, I'll give him that much. But then he is so good at grieving! He wears woe as others wear velvet; sorrow flatters him like the light of candles; tears become him like jewels.

Woe unto the defeated, whom history treads into the dust.

The man who wishes to bend me with his tale of woe must shed true tears - not tears that have been got ready overnight.

The market alone can't solve our health-care woes.

Pretty much any time in my career where I worked on television it was usually because of some financial woes or something.

Woe to the lazy man! Laziness is an evil disease which you must not let seize you in childhood, for when you grow up it cannot be cured. Chapter 25

Only he is fit to preach who cannot avoid preaching, who feels that woe is upon him unless he preach the gospel

It is foolish to conjure up woe where none exists.

Woe to you who insults the intelligence community, if you're president.

…and there, in the background, the sky’s sediment had sunk to a place where all the woe of the words ‘I am’ dissolved into blue peace. He said it. ‘The ocean.

Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!

The house of laughter makes a house of woe.

Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.

Affliction is the good man's shining scene; prosperity conceals his brightest ray; as night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.

The sin and the shame and the sorrow, The crime and the want and the woe That are born there in your workshop, No hand can paint, you know.

Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.

To fight aloud is very brave, but gallanter, I know, who charge within the bosom, the Cavalry of Woe.

The bright days of my youthThey were full of hopeThe great journey that was before me thenWas what was destined to be, bye bye.Now I'm sorrowful,The day is long past.Alas and woe, oh.

But woe to him, who left to moan, Reviews the hours of brightness gone.

There's something vile (and all the more vile because ridiculous) in the tendency of feeble men to make universal tragedies out of the sad comedies of their private woes.

Lie not down wearied 'neath Woe's weeping willow; work with a stout heart and resolute will.

Sometimes the best cure for life’s woes is a sense of humor.

Shall he who soars, inspired by loftier views, Life's little cares and little pains refuse? Shall he not rather feel a double share Of mortal woe, when doubly arm'd to bear?

Thought Has joys apart, even in blackest woe, And seizing some fine thread of verity Knows momentary godhead.

The cholerick man never wants woe.

Money, thou bane of bliss, and source of woe, Whence cam'st thou, that thou art so fresh and fine? I know thy parentage is base and low: Man found thee poor and dirty in a mine.

The curse of man, and the cause of nearly all his woe, is his stupendous capacity for believing the incredible.