In all the woes that curse our race there is a lady in the case.
Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
I am the self-consumer of my woes.
My thoughts, imprisoned in my secret woes, with flamy breaths do issue oft in sound.
Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun.
Sickness disgusts us with death, and we wish to get well, which is a way of wishing to live. But weakness and suffering, with manifold bodily woes, soon discourage the invalid from trying to regain ground: he tires of those respites which are but snares, of that faltering strength, those ardors cut short, and that perpetual lying in wait for the next attack.
We ourselve are the authors of almost all our woes and griefs, of which we so unreasonably complain.
It becomes one, while exempt from woes, to look to the dangers.
When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welking with his big-swoln face? And wilt though have a reason for this coil? I am the sea; hark, how her sighs do blow! She is the weeping welkin, I the earth: Then must my sea be moved with her sighs; Then must my earth with her continual tears Become a deluge, overflow'd and drown'd; For why my bowels cannot hide her woes, But like a drunkard must I vomit them. Then give me leave, for losers will have leave To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues.
We can never untangle all the woes in other people's lives. We can't produce miracles overnight. But we can bring a cup of cool water to a thirsty soul, or a scoop of laughter to a lonely heart.
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.
In recounting our woes, we often soothe them.
The long historian of my country's woes.
There's something vile (and all the more vile because ridiculous) in the tendency of feeble men to make universal tragedies out of the sad comedies of their private woes.
Long exercised in woes.
Tis the only comfort of the miserable to have partners in their woes.
Of the woes Of unhappy poverty, none is more difficult to bear Than that it heaps men with ridicule.
Healing of the world's woes will not come through this or that social or political theory; not through violent changes in government, but in the still small voice that speaks to the conscience and the heart.
Too oft is transient pleasure the source of long woes
The market alone can't solve our health-care woes.
