Quotes About Lament

If, of all words of tongue and pen, The saddest are, It might have been,' More sad are these we daily see: 'It is, but hadn't ought to be!'

In the English language there are orphans and widows, but there is no word for the parents who loses a child.

In these sad and ominous days of mad fortune chasing, every patriotic, thoughtful citizen, whether he fishes or not, should lament that we have not among our countrymen more fishermen.

For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings.

OH THIS IS A BLACK DAY FOR YOU, YOUNG YOKUM--AND FOR ALL HUMANITY!!!

34 ¡Oh Jerusalén, Jerusalén, que matas a los profetas, y apedreas a los que a ti son enviados! ¿Cuántas veces quise recoger a tus hijos, a la manera que el ave cubre su nidada debajo de sus alas, y tú no has querido? 35 ¡Pueblo ingrato! He aquí que su morada va a quedar desierta. Y les declaro que ya no me verán más, hasta que llegue el día en que digan: Bendito sea el que viene en nombre del Señor. 14

Regret for wasted time is more wasted time

Da li znate, bra?o, šta je najjezivije na svetu? - Prazna ?aša - odgovori Lenc. Ferdinand ga zbrisa jednim zamahom: - Gotfride, žalosno je kad je muškarac lakrdijaš. On se opet obrati nama. - Vreme je, drugovi, najjezivije. Vreme! Trenutak u kome živimo, a kojim ipak ne vladamo.

here the strength and the will of a generation of youth that died before it could begin to live is poured out in one vast lament upon the night.

Maybe I have had all my life in three days, he thought. If that's true I wish we would have spent the last night differently. But last nights are never any good. Last nothings are any good.

Yes, this... Urcheon... speaks the truth. Roegner did swear to give him that which he did not expect. It looks as if our lamented king was an oaf as far as a woman's affairs are concerned, and couldn't be trusted to count to nine. He confessed the truth on his death-bed, because he knew what I'd do to him if he'd admitted it earlier. He knew what a mother, whose child is disposed of so recklessly, is capable of.

Lo único que se lamenta es el haber sido inactivo, indeciso, vacilante. Aunque a veces la acción y la decisión producen pena y tristeza, una no se arrepiente de ellas nunca".

Oh no, Mr. Kaufman. I don't have any more money.

Far in the pillared darkThrush music went—Almost like a call to come inTo the dark and lament.But no, I was out for stars:I would not come in.I meant not even if asked,And I hadn't been.

I'm a lost soul. We do wail.

La maledizione dell'uomo è di scoprire i mali nascosti in ciò che desidera solo quando è troppo tardi.

Men do wrong to lament the flight of time, complaining that it passes too quickly and failing to perceive that its period is sufficiently long; but a good memory, with which nature has endowed us, causes everything that is long past to appear to us to be present.

Two hours. One hundred and twenty minutes. Anything might be done in that time. Anything. Nothing. Oh, he had had hundreds of hours, and what had he done with them? Wasted them, spilt the precious minutes as though his reservoir were inexhaustible.

If only' repeated again and again in her head like a battering ram...'if only' could break your heart.

We all end up ruing everything. It's the nature of this thing we call 'our condition.' Could, but didn't...Wanted to, but stopped myself...All the damn statements of regret we can never dodge.

Do I rue a life wasted doing crosswords? Yes, but I do know the three-letter-word for regret.

The hushed winds wail with feeble moan Like infant charity.

In the English language there are orphans and widows, but there is no word for the parents who loses a child.

Oh, my home is not my own – I lament and rue. Answer, stranger yet unknown, I am seeking you!