A Quote by W. H. Auden

Sob, heavy world Sob as you spin, Mantled in mist Remote from the happy. — © W. H. Auden
Sob, heavy world Sob as you spin, Mantled in mist Remote from the happy.
I usually sob in 'Scandal,' and I don't even know what it is. I just sob. 'Cause I usually watch it alone, too, and I'll binge-watch it.
For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.
Our yearnings are homesicknesses for heaven; our sighings are for God, just as children that cry themselves asleep away from home, and sob in their slumber, know not that they sob for their parents. The soul's inarticulate moanings are the affections yearning for the Infinite, and having no one to tell them what it is that ails them.
I don't have the songwriter's obligatory sob story. My sister and I both had a very happy, normal childhood and we've turned into sensible adults.
The only good reason to have money is this: so that you can tell any SOB in the world to go to hell.
I think he came to die with me," I say. I clamp my hand over my mouth to stifle a sob. If I can keep breathing, I can stop crying. I didn't need or want him to die with me. I wanted to keep him safe. What an idiot, I think, but my heart isn't in it. "That's ridiculous," he says. "That doesn't make any sense. He's eighteen; he'll find another girlfriend once you're dead. And he's stupid if he doesn't know that." Tears run down my cheeks, hot at first and then cold. I close my eyes. "If you think that's what it's about..." I swallow another sob. "...you're the stupid one.
Looks aren't the number one thing. They have to have class, intelligence, then looks. If I was the ugliest SOB in the world it would be a lot easier.
Don't weep for me; don't write any sob stories.
Not everyone has a sob story, Charlie, and even if they do, it's no excuse.
If you begin the day with a laugh, you may, nevertheless, end it with a sob and a sigh.
I listened to 19 guilty verdicts for my wife and me. And all I could do was sob.
Me? I'm no sob story. I get paid well, and I live comfortably.
Glory falls around us as we sob a dirge of desolation on the Cross
But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!
I cry all the time. Remembrance Day in particular. In fact, anything to do with veterans makes me sob.
The sun sank with a sob and darkness waded in from all horizons so that the sky contracted and there was no more light left in the world, when, at this very moment of annihilation, the moon, as though she had been waiting for her cue, sailed up the night.
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