Quotes About Lament

If we spend time in the prayer of lament, new light may come, rather than simply the repetition of things we might have wanted to say anyway.

Anguish over the decline of civilization is the affliction of a reactionary. The democrat cannot lament the disappearance of something of which he is ignorant.

Let us lament less the obscenity of today's novelist than his misfortune. When man becomes insignificant, copulation and defecation become important actions.

Lament not Fortune?s mutability, And seize her fickle favours ere they flee; If others never mourned departed bliss, How should a turn of Fortune come to thee?

Welcome to Sadness. Population one.

I need not say that in this place I had never ceased to passionately regret my dear old master in the noble pine woods of the Peak. Indeed, I had sometimes lamented for him aloud in a grief that brought on me angry words and even angry strokes; so little sympathy have men or women ever with our woes, although for theirs we feel so keenly and fret ourselves so ceaselessly. Twenty times at least had I endeavored to run away, with the full intent of trying to find my road back alone

La luz era más intensa, y ella oía cosas que normalmente no oía. Un lamento de todo lo que estaba fuera de su sitio. Un aullido de todo lo que había dejado de ser auténtico...

We have missed him in the sunshine, in the storm, in the twilight, ever since.

The largest body of content in the psalms is given to lament, in which the psalmist "laments" or mourns the situation he is in and the distress he is facing.

A man gets tied up to the ground, he gives the world its saddest sound.

O thoughtful waste of my days! What an artist I have destroyed!

The long sobsOf the violinsOf autumnPierce my heartWith monotonous languor.

All he had loved, and moulded into thought, From shape, and hue, and odour, and sweet sound, Lamented Adonais. Morning sought Her eastern watch-tower, and her hair unbound, Wet with the tears which should adorn the ground, Dimmed the aerial eyes that kindle day; Afar the melancholy thunder moaned, Pale Ocean in unquiet slumber lay, And the wild winds flew round, sobbing in their dismay.

A Lament O world! O life! O time! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime? No more—Oh, never more! Out of the day and night A joy has taken flight; Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar, Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight No more—Oh, never more!

It grieves my heart.

Why don't we have a word for the utterance between laughing and crying?

Siseraís mother looked through the window; she peered through the lattice and lamented: ëWhy is his chariot so long in coming? What has delayed the clatter of his chariots?í

that each year the young women of Israel go out for four days to lament the daughter of Jephthah the Gileadite.

“Why, O LORD God of Israel,” they cried out, “has this happened in Israel? Today in Israel one tribe is missing!”

Then David took up this lament for Saul and his son Jonathan,

and he ordered that the sons of Judah be taught the Song of the Bow. It is written in the Book of Jashar:

“Your glory, O Israel, lies slain on your heights. How the mighty have fallen!

And the king sang this lament for Abner: “Should Abner die the death of a fool?

Then he laid the body in his own tomb, and they lamented over him, “Oh, my brother!”