[Speaking of his experience in a concentration camp:] As we said before, any attempt to restore a man's inner strength in the… — Viktor E. Frankl Copy Share Image
She marking them begins a wailing note And sings extemporally a woeful ditty How love makes young men thrall and old men… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It's so easy to persecute an older, overweight, unwise, crude, ignorant woman who may very well be a good person at heart… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Ah, there are moments for us here, when, seeing Life's inequalities, and woe, and care, The burdens laid upon our mortal being… — Phoebe Cary Copy Share Image
Woe betide the leaders now perched on their dizzy pinnacles of triumph if they cast away at the conference table what the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
W'en you see a man in woe, Walk right up and say hullo. Say hullo and how d'ye do, How's the world… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share Image
Woe is me! The winged words on which my soul would pierce Into the heights of love's rare universe, Are chains of… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to… — John Keats Copy Share Image
There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness. And there is a Catskill eagle in… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
And when he had put his hand on mine with a cheerful look, wherefrom I took courage, he brought me within to… — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
Prayer is the lungs through which holiness breathes. Prayer is not only the language of spiritual life, but also makes its very… — Edward McKendree Bounds Copy Share Image
Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost… — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
Woe to the suicides! I believe that there can be none more miserable than they. Oh, there are some who remain proud… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
People everywhere brag and whimper about the woes of their early years, but nothing can compare with the Irish version: the poverty;… — Frank McCourt Copy Share Image
Labor is rest--from the sorrow that greet us; Rest from all petty vexations that meet us, Rest from sin-promptings that ever entreat… — Frances Sargent Osgood Copy Share Image
It is true that every day has its own evil, and its good too. But how difficult must life be, especially farther… — Vincent Van Gogh Copy Share Image
There is a strain in Marx of the cleric, of the vulgar moralist. He paints the capitalist and the bourgeois as incarnations… — John Carroll Copy Share Image
When the prophet, a complacent fat man, Arrived at the mountain-top He cried: "Woe to my knowledge! I intended to see good… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
There's something vile (and all the more vile because ridiculous) in the tendency of feeble men to make universal tragedies out of… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
I doubt if I have made the best use of all my calamities. Soft, amiable natures they would have refined to saintliness;… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Unjust war is to be abhorred; but woe to the nation that does not make ready to hold its own in time… — Theodore Roosevelt Copy Share Image
Be all of you subject one to another having your conduct blameless among the Gentiles, that you may both receive praise for… — Polycarp Copy Share Image
Oh northern mothers wives and sisters, all unconscious of the hour, would to Heaven that I could bear for you the concentrated… — Clara Barton Copy Share Image
Woe to falsehood! it affords no relief to the breast, like truth; it gives us no comfort, pains him who forges it,… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
Lords, I protest my soul is full of woe That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow. Come, mourn with me… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The kitchen is the great laboratory of the household, and much of the 'weal and woe' as far as regards bodily health,… — Isabella Beeton Copy Share Image
Woe unto thee if after all thy profession thou shouldst be found under the power of ignorance, lost in formality, drowned in… — Joseph Alleine Copy Share Image
The Son of God goes forth to war,A kingly crown to gain;His blood red banner streams afar:Who follows in His train?Who best… — Reginald Heber Copy Share Image
Such things as anguish, woe, affliction, guilt, feelings of awfulness, and utter wretchedness, the bread and butter of Days of Yore and… — Marisha Pessl Copy Share Image
The bright days of my youthThey were full of hopeThe great journey that was before me thenWas what was destined to be,… — Enya Copy Share Image
Did men but know that there was a fixed limit to their woes, they would be able, in some measure, to defy… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
Habits, though in their commencement like the filmy line of the spider, trembling at every breeze, may in the end prove as… — Lydia Sigourney Copy Share Image
Oh! grief is fantastic; it weaves a web on which to trace the history of its woe from every form and change… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
No radiant pearl which crested Fortune wears, No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty's ears, Not the bright stars which Night's blue… — Erasmus Darwin Copy Share Image
Child of woe is wane and delicate... sensitive and on the quiet side, she loves the picnics and outings to the underground… — Charles Addams Copy Share Image
Enlarge my life with multitude of days, In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays; Hides from himself his state, and shuns… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
Woe to that nation whose literature is disturbed by the intervention of power. Because that is not just a violation against "freedom… — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
When you determine to risk a battle, reserve to yourself every possible chance of success, more particularly if you have to deal… — Napoleon Bonaparte Copy Share Image
I like the man who takes the stones Upon his rocky road With smiling lips instead of groans, Whate'er his heavy load… — John Kendrick Bangs Copy Share Image
A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image