Quotes About Lament

Puede que en definitiva todas las canciones sean un lamento, un grito organizado.

Even the Devil may cry when he looks around Hell and realizes he's alone.

My life was over, finished, and I'd never seen Pearl Jam play live

How much of what passes for grief in the world is really nothing more than regret?

Spense la sigaretta nel portacenere. Non si sarebbe messa a lamentarsi, non era più una bambina. Ma le restava dentro un dolore. E un suono continuo e sommesso, il debole riverbero qualcosa di simile alla gioia, continuava a vivere ai margini della sua memoria, una qualche specie di desiderio che un tempo aveva trovato risposta e ora, semplicemente, non più.

At the temple there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.

At the temple there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.

He feels his soul slowly dissolving in a bitter lament for itself, whilst he searches desperately in his memory for a God to whom to offer up his repentance. And he discovers with surprise that he repents of nothing, although it is not clear either, as night closes in, that there is any God prepared to hear him.

Kaç kez, sana ÅŸimdi gelme, dedim Hermes, ruhlar? yuvalar?na götüren k?lavuz: ama mutsuzum, ölmek, Akheron boyunda açan ?slak nilüferleri görmek istiyorum ÅŸimdi

He who know most grieves most for wasted time.

Oh, how precious is time, and how it pains me to see it slide away, while I do so little to any good purpose.

Since she seen Fortune head in that big pot Miss Lydia say that room make her feel ill, sick with the thought of boiling human broth. I wonder how she think it make me feel? To dust the hands what use to stroke my breast; to dust the arms what hold me when I cried; to dust where his soft lips were and his chest what curved its warm against my back at night. From the poem Dinah's Lament (15)

Let us beware lest our lack of imagination impoverish the future; the future is only an abstraction for us; each of us secretly laments the absence in it of what was; but tomorrow's humankind will live the future in its flesh and in its freedom; that future will be its present, and humankind will in turn prefer it;

We all have neglected opportunities to deplore.

GUARDIA ...dopo molto tempo, vediamo lei, Antigone, che lancia un grido acuto, come di uccello angosciato alla vista del nido deserto.»

I live in a place of tears.

This is Electra. Brilliant no more.

What woe is lacking to my tale of woes?

Electra, grieving for death, for her father, as a nightingale grieving always.

None but a fool or an infant could forget a father gone so far and cold. No. Lament is a pattern cut and fitted around my mind—like the bird who calls Itys! Itys! endlessly, bird of grief, angel of Zeus. O heartdragging Niobe, I count you a god: buried in rock yet always you weep.

CREON: Can't you see? If a man could wail his own dirge before he dies, he'd never finish.

That all our gathered spoil was reaved and slaughtered, Flocks, herds, and herdmen, by some human hand

Now I weep like a man who wails the dead and the dirge comes pouring forth with all my heart!

Pitiful, you suffer so, you understand so much ... I wish you had never known.