Quotes About Lament

My eyes fail from weeping, I am in torment within; my heart is poured out on the ground … . I remember my affliction … the bitterness and the gall. I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me. Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.1

Record my lament; list my tears on your scroll — are they not in your record? PSALM 56:8

Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness.

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It takes a genius to whine appealingly.

American men," said Nancy gravely, "don't know how to drink." "What?" Jim was startled. "In fact," she went on carelessly, "they don't know how to do anything very well. The one thing I regret in my life is that I wasn't born in England." "In England?" "Yes. It's the one regret of my life that I wasn't.

I weep over a dead life that I carry inside me and never lived.

and I weep over a dead life that I carry inside me and never lived.

Antinous is dead, is dead for ever, Is dead for ever and all loves lament Venus herself, that was Adonis lover, Seeing him, that newly lived, now dead again, Lends her old grief's renewal to be blent With Hadrian's pain.

Most lyric poetry is about love, whether yearned after, fulfilled, or wistfully regretted; what isn't tends to consist of laments and cris du coeur over this, that, and the other.

Sobre esta tierra quién tendrá piedad de nosotros. Míseros, no tenemos un Dios ante quien postrarnos y toda nuestra pobre vida llora.

So many mistakes. So many errors. So much tragedy as a result. In that moment I understood that the cruelest words in the universe are if only.

And Jabim is the Lord of broken things, who sitteth behind the house to lament the things that are cast away. And there he sitteth lamenting the broken things until the worlds be ended, or until someone cometh to mend the broken things. Or sometimes he sitteth by the river's edge to lament the forgotten things that drift upon it. A kindly god is Jabim, whose heart is sore if anything be lost.

How long shall I harbor sorrow in my soul, grief in my heart day after day? Look, answer me, O Lord, my God! — Ps. 13:3-4

What more can punish a man than to sit and groan as he contemplates what might have been!

Cómo había podido ser tan descuidada para vivir sin darse cuenta de que vivía, para extraviar con miserable desidia tantos años.

Do not vainly lament, but do wonder at the rule of transiency and learn from it the emptiness of human life. Do not cherish to unworthy desire that the changeable might become unchanging.

A loss, but who still mourns the breath of one woman, or laments one wife? Though my heart never can forget, how, for one look, she gave up her life.

I can't even say sorry," she tells me. "There is not even a Scrabble word for how bad I feel.

Too late... everything's always too late.

I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.

Wordless, it rises and falls in hemidemisemitones of unearthly misery. The dirge of the damned

How long wilt thou forget me, O Lord?

She weepeth sore in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks: among all her lovers she hath none to comfort her.