I grew up in a super suburban place where the mundane middle-class issues were similar to what Ray Davies was singing about. All the topics he was singing about were middle-class woes and humanitarian woes - human-being woes.
The many woes that afflict out nation are rooted in the morally bankrupt paradigms of socialism, interventionism, and empire that have held our nation in their grip for decades and that the only real solution to such woes is libertarianism.
To me, art is not a solitary delight. It is a means of stirring the greatest number of men by providing them with a privileged image of our common joys and woes.
Love is a sickness full of woes, all remedies refusing.
He who loves 50 people has 50 woes; he who loves no one has no woes.
Coming generations will learn equality from poverty, and love from woes.
Love burdens itself with the wants and woes and losses and even the wrongs of others.
What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.
Long exercised in woes.
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.
The long historian of my country's woes.
I am the self-consumer of my woes.
Riches cover a multitude of woes.
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.
The sharp experiences of belief in the supposititious life of matter, as well as our disappointments and ceaseless woes, turn us like tired children to the arms of divine Love.