Quotes About Woes

No, no, let us think with consideration, and consider with acknowledging, and acknowledge with admiration, and admire with love, and love with joy in the midst of all woes ; let us in such sort think, I say, that our poor eyes were so enriched as to behold, and our low hearts so exalted as to love, a maid who is such, that as the greatest thing the world can show is her beauty, so the least thing that may be praised in her is her beauty.

Aquí todo va de mal en peor.

The woes constitute the most radical criticism, for they are announcements and anticipations of death. The woes of Luke are pronounced against the rich (v. 24), the full (v. 25a), the ones who laugh (v. 25b), and the ones who enjoy social approval (v. 26)—which is to say that the death sentence is upon those who live fully and comfortably in this age without awareness or openness to the new future coming.

It is my greatest hope that the story that follows will guide readers through their own process of discovery toward a better understanding of what it takes to summon the public to demand the actions necessary to bring our country closer to its ancient ideals. "There is no one left," McClure exhorted his readers as he cast about for a remedy to America's woes at the turn of the twentieth century, "none but all of us.

As with Watts, we see only dimly through the bewildering mysteries of life. Yet as Watts did, by grace alone, we too can know and believe that God has portioned out our lives for His glory and for our good. And strong in faith, upheld by divine love, we, too, can see through the gloom and sing the praises of our Savior, who passed through far deeper woes than ever Watts or we will endure.

And all the country echoeth with the moan, And poureth many a tear For that magnific power Of ancient days far-seen that thou didst share With those of one blood sprung; And all the mortal men who hold the plain Of holy Asia as their land of sojourn, They grieve in sympathy For thy woes lamentable.

Just are the ways of heaven; from Heaven proceed The woes of man: Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed.

He who loves 50 people has 50 woes; he who loves no one has no woes.

Oh, friend John, it is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes and troubles, and yet when King Laugh come he make them all dance to the tune he play.

The wrath of Peleus' son, the direful springOf all the Grecian woes, O goddess sing!

Before me begging did she stand,     Pouring out sorrows like a sea;     Grief after grief:—on English Land     Such woes I knew could never be;     And yet a boon I gave her; for the Creature   Was beautiful to see; a Weed of glorious feature!

Most of the time I don't have much fun. The rest of the time I don't have any fun at all.

And so it often is. Faith, prayer, and obedience are our requirements. We are not offered in exchange immunity and exemption from the world's woes. What we are offered has to do with another world altogether.

Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.

Nobody even spoke now, for they were all stupified by the accmulation of woes-- granpa coughing and spitting black, with his old rheumatic complaint returning to dropsy, father asthmatical, his knees swollen up with water, mother and the children scarred by scrofula and hereditary anaemia. Of course all that was part of the job, and you didn't complain except when the lack of food finished you off.

Don't you worry about that, Mr. Adamsson. Why don't you head back to Reykjavik and spend some of that extortionate fee you charged me for a couple of hours' usage of your frankly third-rate restaurant and perhaps find a friendless tree stump to listen to your woes?

No radiant pearl, which crested Fortune wears, No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty's wars. Not the bright stars which Night's blue arch adorn, Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn, Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows Down Virtue's manly cheek for others' woes.

Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil, Here firm I rest; they must be best, Because they are Thy will! Then all I want—O do Thou grant This one request of mine!— Since to enjoy Thou dost deny, Assist me to resign.

We ourselve are the authors of almost all our woes and griefs, of which we so unreasonably complain.

Tears will spring where woes are deep.

There's something vile (and all the more vile because ridiculous) in the tendency of feeble men to make universal tragedies out of the sad comedies of their private woes.

when I became sad, I was prone to wallow in grief, piling up my woes and sprawling on them like a dragon on a hoard.

Besides, in any country so well supplied with precipices as this one, a man doesn't need special tools to end his woes. By his expression, this, too, was a picture Oswyl would have preferred to live without.

I am the self-consumer of my woes;