Love burdens itself with the wants and woes and losses and even the wrongs of others.
Do not dump your woes upon people — keep the sad story of your life to yourself. Troubles grow by recounting them.
Would I were dead, if God's good will were so, For what is in this world but grief and woe?
Woe to the makers of literal translations, who by rendering every word weaken the meaning! It is indeed by so doing that we can say the letter kills and the spirit gives life.
Woe to you who insults the intelligence community, if you're president.
Woe to the Revolution when the day comes, when the people, overburdened by contributions and consumed by abuses, turn to their enemies for salvation!
These times of woe afford no time to woo.
Ours is no bloody battle With woe and horror fraught Our joust is of a gentler kind A measuring of Mind with Mind A tournament of thought
With hope or without hope we will follow the trail of our enemies. And woe to them, if we prove the swifter!
Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know That life protracted is protracted woe.
Our Adonais has drunk poisonoh! What deaf and viperous murderer could crown Life's early cup with such a draught of woe?
So man's insanity is heaven's sense, and wandering from all mortal reason, man comes at last to that celestial thought, which, to reason, is absurd and frantic; and weal or woe, feels then uncompromised, indifferent as his God.
Next to dressing for a rout or ball, undressing is a woe.
Take care, lest an adventure is now offered you, which, if accepted, will plunge you in deepest woe.
Life protracted is protracted woe.
Why, headstrong liberty is lashed with woe. There's nothing situate under heaven's eye But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky.
O Fortune, how thy restless, wavering state has fraught with cares my troubled wit!
Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?
Woe be to him who tries to isolate one department of knowledge from the rest. All science is one: language, literature and history, physics, mathematics and philosophy; subjects which seem the most remote from one another are in reality connected, or rather they all form a single system.
Change follows change in us, almost without transition; we pass from blissful rapture to sobbing woe; a single step divides our sublimest ecstasies from the darkest depth of spiritual despondency.