Quotes About Lament

Biliyor musunuz,' diye ekledi. 'Bay Butler'a ac?yorum. DoÄŸru dürüst harcayamayaca?? otuz bin dolar kazanmak için hayat?n? boÅŸa harcam??. Niye mi, çünkü art?k otuz bin dolar verse bile çocukken on sente alabileceÄŸi ÅŸeyleri alamaz, mesela ÅŸeker, f?st?k veya tiyatroda en üst balkondan bir bilet.

Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?

Is there anything so wretched as to look at a man of fine abilities doing nothing?

Rather often I am asked whether the grief remains as intense as when I wrote. The answer is, No. The wound is no longer raw. But it has not disappeared. That is as it should be. If he was worth loving, he is worth grieving over. Grief is existential testimony to the worth of the one loved. That worth abides. So I own my grief. I do not try to put it behind me, to get over it, to forget it… Every lament is a love-song.

All those years spent in science were in vain. Please mother, pray for me over there if you can, sing the Moorish lament for the lost soul of your poor ignorant son...

Though parted our two loving souls combine, For mine is all your own and yours is mine. Two riddles to the world we represent, One answer each the other's deep lament. But if our parting severs us in two, One radiant light envelops me and you, As from another world - though blocked and barred What there is one, down here is forced apart. Yet if despairing bodies separate, Souls freely wander and communicate.

A sweet slip of a girl like you, why should you have to know anything about the sorrow of the world? You just believe me when I tell you... there's no way to live your life to the full and not have a reason to shed a tear now and again. It's not a bad feeling, child. That's what a lament does. It makes you feel happy to be sad, in a strange way. D'you see?

What madness destroyed me and you, Orpheus?

Heu, miserande puer, si qua fata aspera rumpas, tu Marcellus eris. Manibus date lilia plenis, purpureos spargam flores...» «O giovane degno di pietà, se solo tu potessi rompere il tuo fato crudele, tu sarai Marcello. Versate gigli a piene mani, che io sparga fiori purpurei...»

hay algo que me muero por hacer." Bipa puso los ojos en blanco. -¿Otra de tus geniales ideas? pues mira, yo ya he tenido bastante. Si quieres hacer experimentos, te las tendrás que arreglar solo, porque yo no pienso volver a meterme en líos por tu culpa. Aer hizo una mueca de decepción. -pues es una lástima-aseguró-,porque sin ti no será la mitad de interesante. Y la besó sin previo aviso.

December" Here lies my lament Deep beneath the cold, hard ground Where the lilacs bloom (2007)

to surpass the unutterable despair expressed in that one chorus, 'Go where glory waits thee!' It was a requiem, a dirge, a moan, a howl, a wail, a lament, an abstract of everything that is sorrowful and hideous in sound.

Il suono della fisarmonica arrivava fin laggiù; il motivo saltellante e voluttuoso richiamava alla danza, ma a volte si mutava il lamento, come stanco di gioia, come rimpiangendo il piacere che passa e gemendo per l'inutilità di tutte le cose: allora anche l'occhio melanconico delle giumente pareva pieno di una dolcezza nostalgica.

El infierno es una verdad conocida demasiado tarde»

La mina está llorando mucho.

and this morning I am without fire, my marrow is ash, I am very sad.

we wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die:

Weep no more, Comyn said. —Go on then, Talbot. —And the story, sir? —After, Stephen said. Go on, Talbot. A swarthy boy opened a book and propped it nimbly under the breastwork of his satchel. He recited jerks of verse with odd glances at the text: —Weep no more, woful shepherds, weep no more For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor...

Jolie Blon," the most haunting and unforgettable lament I have ever heard.

One more unfortunate,Weary of breath,Rashly importunate,Gone to her death!Take her up tenderly,Lift her with care;Fashioned so slenderly,Young, and so fair!

How many times in your life are you allowed to say, "If only...?"

How many times in your life are you allowed to say, "If only…?

All life long crying without avail, As the water all night long is crying to me.

Only in the chamber of death writhed the world's most piteous thing—a childless mother.