Quotes About Lament

Jeremiah is called the weeping prophet because he wept for the peoples' sins.

Kozorogi, što me nisi poštedeo toga! Što si mi pomogao da srušim spomenik od zlata, od mesa, od mese?ine. Euridiko sliko, Euridiko senko, Euridiko — kurvo kamenjarko!

Tal como dijo Aretino, «el llanto desconsolado resulta aceptable solo cuando la viuda que lo produce es dueña de un poder que influye, o más aún, es crucial en la vida de los cortesanos. Pero si quien gobierna ha perdido la mayor parte de su poder, el lamento se convierte en una queja insoportable». Lucrecia

If only... the two most miserable words in the English language. If only.

To weep and lament over misfortunes, when it draws the sympathizing tear, brings no light recompense.

I once bought an ill-advised half cashmere, half camel hair jumper for £800, then ruined it by spilling a pint of Guinness all over it.

A man could say every day that he wanted to change his life, was going to change it, and every day the lament became merely a part of the life he was already living, so that the desire for change was in fact a kind of stasis that allowed the unchanged life to continue, because at least the man knew to disapprove of it, which reassured him not all was lost.

change was such an elusive thing. A man could say every day that he wanted to change his life, was going to change it, and every day the lament became merely a part of the life he was already living, so that the esire for change was in fact a kind of stasis that allowed the unchanged life to continue, because at least the man knew to disapprove of it, which reassured him not all was lost.

change was such an elusive thing. A man could say every day that he wanted to change his life, was going to change it, and every day the lament became merely a part of the life he was already living, so that the desire for change was in fact a kind of stasis that allowed the unchanged life to continue, because at least the man knew to disapprove of it, which reassured him not all was lost.

Unfortunately, however much we may deplore something, it does not stop being true.

Listen to the reed, how it tells a tale, complaining of separateness. Ever since I was parted from the reed-bed, my lament has caused men and women to moan. I want a bosom torn by severance, that I may unfold [to such a person] the power of love-desire: everyone who is left far from his source wishes back the time when he was united to it.51

The ocean moans over dead men's bones.

Nothing is more sterile or lamentable than the man content to live within himself.

Money lost is bewailed with unfeigned tears. [Lat., Ploratur lacrimis amissa pecunia veris.]

Lost money is bewailed with deeper sighs Than friends, or kindred, and with louder cries.

Although I could lament in the language and feelings of David for Absalom, I am constrained to say, peace to his manes. Let us weep for the living, and not for the dead.

Have pity on a dinosaur.

Everyone has what I call the phantom vita: prizes not won, jobs applied for but not offered, unrequited love. So what? If you miss a bus, you can get on the next one. We should not overly lament life's ordinary disappointments, but we must celebrate—soberly, not giddily or smugly—its ordinary pleasures.

Sad was the Hour, and luckless was the Day. - Eclogue the Second: Hassan; or the Camel-driver

Lament who will, in fruitless tears, The speed with which our moments fly; I sigh not over vanished years, But watch the years that hasten by.

There are great complaints of what men have lost in these hurling times. Some bemoan their lost places and estates, others the lost lives of their friends in the wars; but professors may claim justly the first place of all the mourners of the times, to lament their lost loves to the truths of Christ, worship of Christ, servants of Christ—yea, that universal decay which appears in their holy walking before God and man.

When I look back now over my life and call to mind what I might have had simply for taking and did not take, my heart is like to break.

threnody through the postmortem

There is a sadness that only hunters know, a moment when lament overshadows any desire for celebration. Life is sustained by death, and though going to the field is an act of taking responsibility for that fact, the killing is not easy, nor should it be.