Of the woes Of unhappy poverty, none is more difficult to bear Than that it heaps men with ridicule.
Much in sorrow, oft in woe, Onward, Christians, onward go.
Man lives two lives, woe, were it otherwise! One is seized by death, the other one, his honor, remains.
Woe be to the generation that lets any higher faculty in its midst go unemployed.
Though Death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.
Woe to the man who tries to stretch the imagination of man He shall be mocked he shall be scourged by the blinkered guardians of morality.
Woe to him who neglects to recommend himself to Mary, and thus closes the channel of grace!
If, as you believe there is an Almighty, Omnipresent, Omniscient God, who created the earth or universe, please let me know, first of all, as to why he created this world. This world which is full of woe and grief, and countless miseries, where not even one person lives in peace. . . . Where is God? What is He doing? Is He getting a diseased pleasure out of it? A Nero! A Genghis Khan! Down with Him!
Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.
Seat thyself sultanically among the moons of Saturn, and take high abstracted man alone; and he seems a wonder, a grandeur, and a woe. But from that same point, take mankind in mass, and for the most part, they seem a mob of unnecessary duplicates, both contemporary and hereditary.
O Fortune, how thy restless, wavering state has fraught with cares my troubled wit!
Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost.
I learn to pity woes so like my own.
I cherish my privacy, and woe betide anyone who tries to interfere with that.
We ourselve are the authors of almost all our woes and griefs, of which we so unreasonably complain.
Running is real. It’s all joy and woe, hard as diamond. It makes you weary beyond comprehension, but it also makes you free.
With living colours give my verse to glow: The sad memorial of a tale of woe!
Depression isn't about, 'Woe is me, my life is this, that and the other', it's like having the worst flu all day that you just can't kick.
Beside one deed of guilt, how blest is guiltless woe!
Woe to him who teaches men faster than they can learn.