Quotes About Wailing

Hungry wailing standeth not aloof.

The agony of lovers burns with the fire of passion. Lovers leave traces of where they've been. The wailing of broken hearts is the doorway to God.

Ida Belle took a pair and popped them in her ears. "She's right," she yelled. "That siren is horribly loud. Sounds like a dinosaur-sized cat wailing." I stuck one earplug in and nodded. I already needed them if Ida Belle was going to keep yelling.

I don't want to know anything but this perpetual wailing, this clatter in the night, this delay, this infamy, this pursuit, this inexistence.

From beneath the Disney new-releases rack, Kasabian's head begins to wail. "Oh God! Oh Jesus, fuck! I'm dead!" It's quality wailing. Downtown, I became kind of a connoisseur of wailing and this is prime stuff. "I'm dead! I'm dead!

it is a heartBreaking sound, Amir Jan, the Wailing of a mother. I pray to Allah you Never hear it.

Then there was only the sound of the rain outside in the endless blackness of the long night and, presently, the rising tones of a pitiful wailing within and without, spreading across the station, the town, and the land without end.

When one is sad, it is lovely to lie in the warmth of one's bed, and there, with all effort and struggle at an end, even perhaps with one's head under the blankets, surrender completely to wailing, like branches in the autumn wind.

You left the fort before daybreak, I was told," he said to Conan. "I had begun to fear that the Picts had caught you at last." "When they smoke my head the whole river will know," grunted Conan. "They'll hear Pictish women wailing their dead as far as Velitrium—I was on a lone scout. I couldn't sleep. I kept hearing drums talking across the river.

Okay. I could her deb wailing-in my head. This is the Lowcountry, Steve. That's how life goes around here.

'Teenage Wildlife' is just epic. It's, like, five or six minutes long, and it kind of crescendos and builds into this insane vocal of Bowie wailing. I think I would pay $5,000 dollars to see footage of that recording session.

A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!

Gloomily the clouds are sailing O'er the dimly moonlit sky; Dolefully the wind is wailing, Not another sound is nigh.

CULTURE i must confess that waltzes do not move me. i have no sympathy for symphonies. i guess i hummed the Blues too early, and spent too many midnights out wailing to the rain.

A savage place! as holy and enchantedAs e'er beneath a waning moon was hauntedBy woman wailing for her demon-lover!

So much time weeping and wailing and shaking our fists, creating enemies that really don't exist.

Now, in this one day, wailing, madness and doom, death, disgrace

This identity clue describes in detail a nation of luxurious wealth, but not a Church, even one with appreciable assets. Further, Revelation 18 describes the merchants of the world weeping over the loss of their major trading partner. Why will merchants weep and wail over the fall of a Church? The Daughter of Babylon is not a Church.

We fight when the rage takes us. We do not stop fighting until the angels are all dead or gone back to their home." "You speak of Gaea's breath. I am a stranger to it." "You have heard it wailing. It is a raging gale from the heavenly towers; cold from the west and hot from the east.

in his wild grief Achilles cried aloud, and his mother Thetis heard him...Immediately she rose up through the water...after her came her sisters...and each one's wailing was the thin sound of the wind upon the waves.

and wailed aloud for their lord's decease. A Geat woman too sang out in grief; with hair bound up, she unburdened herself

Snow had been falling consistently, and the service to Munich was forced to stop due to faulty track work. There was a woman wailing. A girl stood numbly next to her. In panic, the mother opened the door. She climbed down into the snow, holding the small body. What could the girl do but follow?

A savage place! As holy and enchanted/As e'er beneath the waning moon was haunted/By woman wailing for her Demon Lover!

Can you swim? said Victor. One of the cavern's rotting pillars crashed down behind them. From the pit itself came a terrible wailing. Not very well, said Ginger. Me neither, he said. The commotion behind them was getting worse. Still, he said, taking her hand. We could look on this as a great opportunity to improve really quickly.