Quotes About Woe

Everything happens to me. I've never had a streak of luck in my life.

Shall we not spend our immortal life together? Surely, surely, we have ransomed one another, with all this woe!

Like when the counselor delved into your habits of using a public toilet, such as do you flush with your foot and use your elbow to open the door? If yes, woe unto you. You're crazy.

There's never any ebb in human misery.

Misery is manifold. The wretchedness of the earth is multiform.

Buster only shrugged and then the curtain fell, not to rise again this night. And thus ended the story, though somewhat premature, of Juliet and her Romeo. More woe, of course, would follow. Six months later, at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago, Buster and Annie sat at an otherwise empty table and finished the glasses of wine left by people old enough to be nonplussed by free alcohol.

Woe to those who lead idle lives. Idleness is a dreadful illness and must be cured in childhood. If it is not cured then, it can never be cured.

Misfortunes come to all men.

None of us can be free of conflict and woe. Even the greatest men have had to accept disappointments as their daily bread.

Thou hast been called, O sleep! the friend of woe; But 'tis the happy who have called thee so.

This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, - There's nothing true but Heaven.

The cause of the world's woe is birth, the cure of the world's woe is a bent stick.

It was the worst hurt he had ever known.

And when, on the still cold nights, he pointed his nose at a star and howled long and wolflike, it was his ancestors, dead and dust, pointing nose at star and howling down through the centuries and through him. And his cadences were their cadences, the cadences which voiced their woe and what to them was the meaning of the stiffness, and the cold, and dark.

Ill-luck, you know, seldom comes alone.

A leader is one who, out of madness or goodness, volunteers to take upon himself the woe of the people. There are few men so foolish, hence the erratic quality of leadership in the world.

And he said, Woe unto you also, ye lawyers! for ye lade men with burdens grievous to be borne, and ye yourselves touch not the burdens with one of your fingers.

He shuffled along with the hang-dog look of the cosmically fucked.

A faith; this is a necessity for man. Woe to him who believes nothing.

Tyranny follows the tyrant. Woe to the man who leaves behind a shadow that bears his form.

Behold, O Lord, that I am indignant with myself, for my senseless, profitless, hurtful, perilous passions; that I loathe myself, for these inordinate, unseemly, deformed, false, shameful, disgraceful passions; that my confusion is daily before me, and the shame of my face hath covered me. Alas! woe, woe! O me, how long?

Carry sunshine with you, Brother, as you go; Cheerfulness will lighten Many a weight of woe. Angels guard the pathway Darkened by our fears, Sunshine makes a rainbow Even of our tears.

Danger, long travel, want or woe, Soon change the form that best we know— For deadly fear can time outgo, And blanch at once the hair.

And when, on the still cold nights, he pointed his nose at a star and howled long and wolflike, it was his ancestors, dead and dust, pointing nose at star and howling down through the centuries and through him. And his cadences were their cadences, their cadences which voiced their woe and what to them was the meaning of stillness, and the cold, and dark.