Woe Quotes

Woe be to the generation that lets any higher faculty in its midst go unemployed.

Much in sorrow, oft in woe, Onward, Christians, onward go.

Woe to him who seeks to please rather than appall.

But oh! shipmates! on the starboard hand of every woe, there is a sure delight; and higher the top of that delight, than the bottom of the woe is deep.

And woe succeeds woe.

Toil is the lot of all, and bitter woe The fate of many.

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.

Accept these grateful tears...For thee they flow, for thee... That ever felt another's woe.

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

Woe is me, for I am ruined! Because I am a man of unclean lips, And I live among a people of unclean lips; For my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts.

With hope or without hope we will follow the trail of our enemies. And woe to them, if we prove the swifter!

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

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

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

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

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

I am the self-consumer of my woes.

Still paying, still to owe. Eternal woe!

Ah gentle pair, ye little think how nigh Your change approaches, when all these delights Will vanish and deliver ye to woe, More woe, the more your taste is now of joy.

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!

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

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

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

When the precipitancy of a man's wishes hurries on his ideas ninety times faster than the vehicle he rides in--woe be to truth!

Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe, Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast; Is that portentous phrase, "I told you so.

We've lost the wow of God because we've lost the woe of God. His perfect holiness helps us truly appreciate His amazing grace.

Precious attribute of woe-worn humanity! that can snatch ecstatic emotion, even from under the very share and harrow, that ruthlessly ploughs up and lays waste every hope.

Thus hand in hand through life we 'll go; Its checker'd paths of joy and woe With cautious steps we 'll tread.

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.

As long as skies are blue, and fields are green Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with woe, and year wake year to sorrow

Thou hast a voice, great Mountain, to repeal. Large codes of fraud and woe; not understood by all, but which the wise, and great, and good interpret, or make felt, or deeply feel.

How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!

Cities of mortals woe-begone Fantastic care derides, But in the serious landscape lone Stern benefit abides.

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.

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

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

Oh, when a mother meets on high The babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight?

Life protracted is protracted woe.

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.

There is a good and a bad light in which every thing that befalls us may be taken. If the human mind will busy itself to make theworst of every disagreeable occurrence, it will never want woe.

The planets environmental woes tend to be overlooked as we scramble for the latest high-tech gizmos - and conveniently ignore their energy consumption.

Sleep, thou patron of mankind, Great physician of the mind Who does nor pain nor sorrow know, Sweetest balm of every woe.

and then woe is you, Pauly. Woe to the max.

I was born on this mountain, this mountains my home, she holds me and keeps me from worry and woe.

Lost is our freedom When we submit to women so: Why do we need 'em When, in their best, they work our woe?

But woe awaits a country when She sees the tears of bearded men.

No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.

Too young for woe, though not for tears.

Ours is no bloody battle With woe and horror fraught Our joust is of a gentler kind A measuring of Mind with Mind A tournament of thought