Quotes About Lament

Yours is a grief that can't be quenched.

Que otros se lamenten de que los tiempos son malos; yo me quejo de su mediocridad, puesto que ya no se tienen pasiones. ...Por eso mi alma se vuelve siempre al Viejo Testamento y a Shakespeare. Aquí se siente en todo caso la impresión de que son hombres los que hablan, aquí se odia y se ama de veras, se mata al enemigo, y se maldice a su descendencia por todas las generaciones; aquí se peca.

Ferdinand: Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle; she died young.Bosola: I think not so; her infelicitySeemed to have years too many.

I spent most of my dough on booze, broads and boats and the rest I wasted.

It's a breath you took too late. It's a death that's worse than fate.

In the windowless tomb of a blind mother, in the dead of the night, under feeble rays of a lamp in an alabaster globe, a girl came into the darkness with a wail.

Then she sighed, released his hand and , looking at him, shook her head and whispered, Too late.

So little of what we observe is Actuality. Do we see/hear the words pouring forth? Are they Truth? I wish and hope but my future is predestined per my parents' belief and that is denial and death, the deepest pits of hell, the thorniest of crowns, no sympathy, simply guilt, pain, anguish and lament. Call me your Anti-Savior and I'll take on your pain too.

Jeremiah's lament makes me thankful today for the freedom you give us to bring our unfiltered and unfettered feelings to you. If we don't bring our painful emotions to you, we will take them somewhere.

and wailed aloud for their lord's decease. A Geat woman too sang out in grief; with hair bound up, she unburdened herself

My age I will not once lament, / But sing, my time so near is spent.

With childhood comes a brief grace period of ignorant bliss -- when you're not aware of the pain around you. That is the most special, truly unique time. It is the core of adult lament.

The often heard lament, 'I have so little time,' gives the lie to the delusion that the daily is of little significance.

Ah — h — h — h,' he said. 'I wish I was dead: an' kep' a cawfy shop.

and then woe is you, Pauly. Woe to the max.

Sung sirens, sliding through the streets, streaking blue light from distress to distress, the slow wail weaving urgency through the darkest of the dark hours, a lament lifted high, held above the rooftops and fading away, lifted high, flashing past, fading away.

More than one person I know said that many of the deaths from COVID-19 were among older people or those with bad health. The clear implication was that, well, these people were going to die anyway. But this wasn't something they said in lament, sad that we had been unable to protect people by doing as much as we could to value life.

When you actually see the suffering, you must lament. And what have we seen in our cities? Many of us have made the choice to get as far from the inner city as possible—to remove ourselves from the pain and suffering.

When we lament the decline of time spent on cooking, we need to be clear what it is that we are lamenting. Many of the female cooks who devoted so many hours to preparing food in the past did so because they did not think their own time was worth much.

A foolish man is all night awake, pondering over everything; he than grows tired; and when morning comes, all is lament as before.

One of the great regrets of my life is that I don't play piano.

It had barely registered, the lament was so commonplace. But I felt it now.

Das Kind zog an der Hand seines Vaters, und er konnte erkennen, wie die Lippen jene zwei Silben formten, die wie der Refrain einer grausigen Ballade klagen: Papa, Papa.

I have been five minutes too late all my life-time!