Quotes About Lament

Surely common sense as well as anthropological evidence documents the universal need to pray, to hope, and to lament or carouse through song.

ELEGY, n. A composition in verse, in which, without employing any of the methods of humor, the writer aims to produce in the reader's mind the dampest kind of dejection.

Lack of spiritual desire should grieve us and lead us to lament its absence, to seek earnestly for its bestowal, so that our praying, henceforth, should be an expression of the soul's sincere desire.

O z?a Persefono, Mog?a?e? tak wielu ?zam da? up?yna? p?ono?

And from that day on everything under the sun and moon made me sad—

No sólo la incertidumbre y la espera, también la irracional expectativa, las fantasías, se convierten en esenciales para el corazón de una persona, y ya no es capaz de renunciar a ellas. Pueden convertirse en esenciales hasta el lamento y la pena, el despecho, y le acaban conformando a uno su manera de convivir con el mundo

Las cosas pasan, es verdad, pero siempre le pasan a alguno y no a otros, y se lamentan los que las padecen

I have wasted my hours.

One of the rules of Greek lament poetry is that it mustn't mention the dead by name in case of invoking a ghost. Maybe the 'Iliad,' crowded with names, is more than a poem. Maybe it's a dangerous piece of the brightness of both this world and the next.

I stood there in the whirling summer,My hand capped a withered heart,And thought of China and of Greece,Of Alexander in his tent;Of Montaigne in his tower,Of Saint Theresa in her wild lament.

Death always leaves one singer to mourn.

How terrible, Jack thought, to be old and know that your life has been wasted.

The Wife's Lament.'" She turned to Aldred.

uboga siedziba mej zmarnowanej mlodosci.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul

Howl, howl, howl, howl! O! you are men of stones:Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them soThat heaven's vaults should crack. She's gone forever.

And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life!Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more,Never, never, never, never, never!Pray you, undo this button.

Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!

All my pretty ones?Did you say all? O hell-kite! All?What! all my pretty chickens and their damAt one fell swoop?

These dreary dumps.

Have I not reason to lamentWhat man has made of man?

If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?

A lot of country music is sad.