Quotes About Lament

How doth the city sit solitary, that was full of people! how is she become as a widow!

My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death.

Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.

Would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!

Sen Caladan'? sevdin Yitik hükümdar?n?n yas?n? tuttun... Ama ?st?rap öÄŸretti ki Silemez yeni â??klar Ebedi hayaletleri.

My writing was all about you; all I did there, after all, was to bemoan what I could not bemoan upon your breast.

my world is collapsing, my world is rebuilding itself; wait and see how you (meaning me) survive it all. I'm not lamenting the falling apart, it was already in a state of collapse, what I'm lamenting is the rebuilding, I lament my waning strength, I lament being born, I lament the light of the sun.

All I did there, after all, was to bemoan what I could not bemoan upon your breast.

I can go into the wilderness and not see anyone for days and experience a kind of space that hasn't changed for tens of thousands of years. Having that experience was necessary to my perception of how photography can look at the changes humanity has brought about in the landscape. My work does become a kind of lament.

For me a Writing Day was an occasion for self-reproach and panic, a time to lament the passing of the years, stare out of windows and remember that even those famous late starters Joseph Conrad and George Eliot had started by the age I was now.

If only. The saddest two words in any language.

When you weep and lament, you will struggle to achieve and rejoice.

Deja de compadecerte de ti mismo. La compasión escasea mucho en el mundo y es una lástima desperdiciarla. Dicho

That I want nothing," said the Prince, "or that I know not what I want, is the cause of my complaint; if I had any known want, I should have a certain wish; that wish would excite endeavour, and I should not then repine to see the sun move so slowly towards the western mountains, or to lament when the day breaks, and sleep will no longer hide me from myself.

The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.

Time and time again my eyes have been opened to what I am, but always too late and always to no purpose.

Ach! Er ist tot! Wie dauert er mich! Wie bin ich bekümmert!

Even as the words came out of my mouth, my heart was dying a million deaths.

Alas, where is there still a sea in which one could drown: thus our lament resounds – across shallow swamps.

What's the first thing I do when I wake up in the morning? Wish I hadn't.

The sea complains upon a thousand shores.

All observations of life are harsh, because life is. I lament that fact, but I cannot change it.

But to note is not to disparage. All observations of life are harsh, because life is. I lament that fact, but I cannot change it.

I would I could stand on a busy corner, hat in hand, and beg people to throw me all their wasted hours.