Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.
Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.
Sometimes those fears creep into the back of your head, but then you slap yourself and think, 'Oh, woe is me! People actually like me.' What a silly thing to worry about. This is a huge opportunity, and I'm excited.
Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.
The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love. What the world really needs is more love and less paperwork.
You go to the hospital your wife's in labor and you're doing the thing, and then it's very disorienting and scary and you beat yourself up and you go through a whole period of 'woe is me' and then you realize that this a gift, this child is the light, and if you can nourish that light and just let it shine, you have an opportunity to get closer to what I think is God.
It is a comfort to the unfortunate to have companions in woe.
Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its trust in life.
Woe to him that claims obedience when it is not due; woe to him that refuses it when it is.
Woe to him who teaches men faster than they can learn.
Ninety per cent of the world's woe comes from people not knowing themselves, their abilities, their frailties, and even their real virtues. Most of us go almost all the way through life as complete strangers to ourselves - so how can we know anyone else?
Woe to us if we get our satisfaction from the food in the kitchen and the TV in the den and the sex in the bedroom with an occasional tribute to the cement blocks in the basement!
A faith is a necessity to a man. Woe to him who believes in nothing.
And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.
Be ignorance thy choice, where knowledge leads to woe.
Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?
Waste brings woe, and sorrow hates despair.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories