The market alone can't solve our health-care woes.
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.
Woe unto him that is never alone, and cannot bear to be alone.
Woe to humanity, should only a single animal have a seat in the Last Judgement.
Lost is our freedom When we submit to women so: Why do we need 'em When, in their best, they work our woe?
Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its trust in life.
There's a hope for every woe, and a balm for every pain, but the first joys of our heart come never back again!
Toil is the lot of all, and bitter woe The fate of many.
Life protracted is protracted woe.
Sung to the tune of O Christmas Tree O woe is me, O woe is me, I used to have a hamster tree, But it was eaten by a newt, And now I have no cuddly fruit, O woe is me, O woe is me, I used to have a hamster tree!
Blessed is he who has a soul, blessed is he who has none, but woe and grief to him who has it in embryo.
Woe to that nation whose literature is cut short by the intrusion of force. This is not merely interference with freedom of the press but the sealing up of a nation's heart, the excision of its memory.
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!
Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow! Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe!
Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.
To labour is the lot of man below; And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.
Though Death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.
Long exercised in woes.
And woe succeeds woe.
Let sinful bachelors their woes deplore; full well they merit all they feel, and more: unaw by precepts, human or divine, like birds and beasts, promiscuously they join.