Quotes About Lament

Shake out carols! Solitary here, the night's carols! Carols of lonesome love! death's carols! Carols under that lagging, yellow, waning moon! O under that moon where she droops almost down into the sea! O reckless despairing carols.

Clearly, this is at bottom the same ancient lament that the masses seek distraction whereas art demands concentration from the spectator.

Remorse is the poison of life.

The trembling increased, a moan of grief was heard, nothing articulate - as a bird in the night sometimes laments alone.

What might have been" is a pretty good definition of Hell.

Alas! we wake: one scene alone remains-- The exiles by the streams of Babylon.

And my poor fool is hanged. No, no life. / Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, / And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more. / Never, never, never. Pray you, undo / This button. Thank you, sir. O, O, O, O!

A common lament of the World War II generation is the absence today of personal responsibility

Alas, I'm dying beyond my means

And the heart sounds like a sour conch, calls, oh sea, oh lament, oh molten panic, scattered in the unlucky and disheveled waves: the sea reports sonorously on its languid shadows, its green poppies.

A beggar cannot renounce wealth," Master would say. "If a man laments: 'My business has failed; my wife has left me; I will renounce all and enter a monastery,' to what worldly sacrifice is he referring? He did not renounce wealth and love; they renounced him!

Time is very slow for those who wait. Very fast for those who are scared. Very long for those who lament. Very short for those who celebrate. But for those who love, time is eternal.

David the shepherd by, and future king of Israel laments the death of his soul-mate and greatest friend, Jonathan. He cries, "I grieve for you, Jonathan my brother; you were very dear to me…"

Son siempre los hábitos perezosos adquiridos los que se lamentan. Padre lo dijo: que Cristo no fue crucificado; fue consumido por el minúsculo tictac de unas ruedecitas.

Here's a word. Bereavement. Or, Bereaved. Bereft. It's from the Old English bereafian, meaning 'to deprive of, take away, seize, rob'.

The tragic solemnity of existence strikes us with terrible force on that morning when we wake to find the mournful words "too late" ringing in our ears.

Christ save us all from a death like this,On the reef of Norman's Woe!

Does it ever happen to you," Natasha said to her brother, when they had settled in the sitting room, "does it ever happen to you that you feel there's nothing more - nothing; that everything good has already happened? And it's not really boring, but sad?" "As if it doesn't!" he said. "It's happened to me that everything's fine, everybody's merry, and it suddenly comes into my head that it's all tiresome and we all ought to die....

As I grew older, I understood that instructions came with this voice. What were these instructions? The instructions were never to lament casually. And if one is to express the great inevitable defeat that awaits us all, it must be done within the strict confines of dignity and beauty.

How sweet time feels when it's too late

Everybody's got this broken feeling, like their father or their dog just died.

There are several forms of oppari, but cinema largely uses only one format.

It is said, in Imardin, that the wind has a soul, and that it wails through the narrow streets because it is grieved by what it finds there.

Think of the fellow in that play that calls out "My kingdom for a horse" – it would not have been poetry at all, had he said sheep.