Woe, woe, woe... in a little while we shall all be dead. Therefore let us behave as though we were dead already.
Woe to him who sits upon a branch.
Woe is he who claims to have found happiness.
Woe to him that claims obedience when it is not due; woe to him that refuses it when it is.
He who loves 50 people has 50 woes; he who loves no one has no woes.
When the blind man carries the banner, woe to those who follow.
A wife's advice is not worth much, but woe to the husband who refuses to take it.
Woe to the high spirited bride whose mother-in-law is still alive.
Life is a chain of interrelated puzzles.Pain and Sorrow are some necessities to greater heights and people may be the architects of our woes. We may develop some hatred for such people through whom the woes of life came our way but when we get to the...
Give not thyself up, then, to fire, lest it invert thee, deaden thee, as for the time it did me. There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness.
Woe to the man who in the first moments of a love-affair does not believe that it will last forever! Woe to him who even in the arms of some mistress who has just yielded to him maintains an awareness of trouble to come and foresees that he may later...
Auguries of innocence "It is right it should be so; Man was made for joy and woe; And when this we rightly know, Thro' the world we safely go. Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silk...
Woe to those who call evil good and good evil...who put darkness for light and light for darkness...who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter. Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes and clever in their own sight." Issiah 5:20,21
Gertrude’s remedy for her mood swings was to print up hundreds of black-bordered calling cards embossed with the single word “Woe,” which she handed out gaily declaring, “Woe is me.
Be ignorance thy choice, where knowledge leads to woe.
The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.
Sleep occupies a third of our life. It is the consolation to the woes of our days or the woe of their pleasures; but I have never found that sleep was a rest. After a swoon of a few minutes a new life begins, freed from conditions of time and space, ...
Riches cover a multitude of woes.
I really never look at my health issues as 'Woe is me.' I've seen the reality of that. And it's not a pleasant thing.
But writers and their woes: they couldn't be parted. Not for anything.
Waste brings woe, and sorrow hates despair.
