Woe Quotes

Woe and death to all who resist my will!

Nonconformists travel as a rule in bunches. You rarely find a nonconformist who goes it alone. And woe to him inside a nonconformist clique who does not conform with nonconformity.

The Spirit of prayer makes us so intimate with God that we scarcely pass through an experience before we speak to Him about it, either in supplication, in sighing, in pouring out our woes before Him, in fervent requests, or in thanksgiving and adoration.

Woe to me if I should prove myself but a halfhearted soldier in the service of my thorn-crowned Captain.

There is a strain in Marx of the cleric, of the vulgar moralist. He paints the capitalist and the bourgeois as incarnations of evil; it is they who are responsible for the woes of mankind. The dismissal of the individual's responsibility for his own misery is the quintessence of clericalism.

Indeed, the woes of Software Engineering are not due to lack of tools, or proper management, but largely due to lack of sufficient technical competence.

Woe to those who lead idle lives. Idleness is a dreadful illness and must be cured in childhood. If it is not cured then, it can never be cured.

It is a good sign when He burdens us with [crosses] and we carry them well, but woe to the person who runs away from them, for he will find such heavy ones that they will overwhelm him.

Woe to he who checkmates his opponents at last, only to discover they have been playing cribbage.

Woe to me if I do not preach the gospel.

A fig for a care, a fig for a woe!

To point at the moon a finger is needed, but woe to those who take the finger for the moon.

Woe to the cook whose sauce has no sting.

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

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray Forget your woes and let your troubles lay

Friends are a recompense for all the woes of the darkest pages of life.

Anger and just rebuke, and judgment given, That brought into this world a world of woe, Sin and her shadow Death, and Misery, Death's harbinger.

Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.

I cherish my privacy, and woe betide anyone who tries to interfere with that.

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 the dupe that yields to Fate!

Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe

Reclaiming the belly laugh can cure a world of woes.

Love burdens itself with the wants and woes and losses and even the wrongs of others.

Love is a sickness full of woes, all remedies refusing.

Everything on earth has happened before, nothing is new, but woe to the lovers who fail to discover a fresh blossom in every future kiss.

Slobodan Miloševi?, more than anyone else, caused a division within the Left and Centre Left, dividing the pacifists, anti-imperialists and anti-Americans from the anti-fascists and the internationalists. He reminded too many of us that inaction can be as toxic and murderous as action. He prepared us - for weal or woe - for the new world.

In all the woes that curse our race there is a lady in the case.

Why are our joys remembered more bitter than our woes?

Headstrong liberty is lashed with woe.

When one with honeyed words but evil mind Persuades the mob, great woes befall the state.

Woes and wonders of power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea.

Woe to the house where there is no chiding.

Of the woes Of unhappy poverty, none is more difficult to bear Than that it heaps men with ridicule.

Woe to him that claims obedience when it is not due; woe to him that refuses it when it is.

It would have been inconceivable that Eva [Braun] would ever have criticized [Adolf Hitler] to me. To his face? Yes, she would, but to me or anybody in our family? Never. And woe to anybody who dared criticize him to her.

The soft complaining flute, In dying notes, discovers The woes of hopeless lovers.

And death makes equal the high and low.

Woe to these people who have no appetite for the very dish that their age serves up.

But on the road that I'm on I must continue;
if I do nothing,
if I don't study,
if I don't keep on trying,
then I'm lost,
then woe betide me.
That's how I see this,
to keep on,
keep on,
that's what's needed.

Besides, wouldn't it be wonderful if no one ever had to worry about the random cruelty of fatal illness or the woes of old age attacking them or their loved ones?

Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe.

When one is past, another care we have; Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.

The latter end of joy is woe.

Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost.

Woe to the conquered.

Woe to that man who runs when God has not sent him; and woe to him who refuses to run, or who ceases to run, when God has sent him.

Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know That life protracted is protracted woe.

Woe to him inside a non-conformist clique who does not conform to non-conformity.

There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness.