Quotes About Lament

In durance vile here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

O sin, what hast thou done to this fair earth!

Go Moan for Man

Do you know," he added, "I feel sorry for Mr. Butler. He was too young to know better, but he robbed himself of life for the sake of thirty thousand a year that's clean wasted upon him. Why, thirty thousand, lump sum, wouldn't buy for him right now what ten cents he was layin' up would have bought him, when he was a kid, in the way of candy an' peanuts or a seat in nigger heaven.

I often lament that new picture books don't get read because the classics hold up so well. It's a ridiculous complaint because, um, the classics hold up so well.

I will lament your departure. I will hide my shame for having erred on some obscure point, for thinking that the justice of war is the same of peacetime.

Cry your grief to God. Howl to the heavens. Tear your shirt. Your hair. Your flesh. Gouge your eyes. Carve out your heart. And what will you get from Him? Only Silence. Indifference.

Do you have such periods too? Periods you wish you could go back to, because you let them pass, because you wasted them, not realizing how precious they were? Periods you threw away like—how does the line go—like pearls before swine? Periods that, if only you could turn the wheel of time back to them, you would knit and embroider forever into your being, never letting them go?

Our bodies continue to lament With their mutilated music.

We orphans We lament to the world: Stones have become our playthings, Stones have faces, father and mother faces They wilt not like flowers, nor bite like beasts-- And burn not like tinder when tossed into the oven-- We orphans we lament to the world: World, why have you taken our soft mothers from us And the fathers who say: My child, you are like me! We orphans are like no one in the world any more! O world We accuse you!

Lament is missional because it keeps the world before God, and it draws God into the world – with the longing that God should act, and the faith that he ultimately will.

It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's graves, a chorus of angels singing the last dirge on the day of God's death.

Era il suono di mille bambini affamati che piangevano, di diecimila vedove che si strappavano i capelli sulle tombe dei mariti, un coro di angeli che intonava l'ultimo lamento nel giorno della morte di dio

Die Lieder der Toten sind die Wehklagen der Lebenden.

Los cantos de los muertos son los lamentos de los vivos.

Los cantos de los muertos son el lamento de los vivos.

Il canto dei morti è il pianto dei vivi.

La locomotora sonó con un aire misterioso, como un lamento de compasión por el cargamento destinado a la desgracia.

I really haven't had that exciting of a life. There are a lot of things I wish I would have done, instead of just sitting around and complaining about having a boring life. So I pretty much like to make it up. I'd rather tell a story about somebody else.

How'd we let so much time go by... When we swore we wouldn't?

Hell is the day when God grants us a clear vision of all that we might have achieved, of all the gifts which we have wasted, of all that we might have done which we did not do...For me that conception of hell lies in two words: Too late!

Un désir oublié, qui pourtant veut renaître, Vient, dans sa longue paix, secouer mon esprit ; Mais, inarticulés, mes nouveaux chants peut-être Ne sont que ceux d'un luth où la bise frémit. Ah ! je sens un frisson : par de nouvelles larmes, Le trouble de mon cœur soudain s'est adouci. De mes jours d'autrefois renaissent tous les charmes, Et ce qui disparut pour moi revit ici.

Alas! You have shattered the beautiful world with a brazen fist; It falls, it is scattered - By a demigod destroyed. We are trailing the ruins into the void and wailing over a beauty undone and ended. Earth's mighty son, more splendid rebuild it, you that are strong, build it again within! And begin a new life, a new way, lucid and gay, and play new songs.

Psalms of lament call on God to stop injustice and exploitation and oppression. By calling on God to intervene, the psalmist or the one praying the psalms is affirming that God is the utterly fair and all-knowing Judge.