Top 1200 Woe Unto Quotes & Sayings - Page 5

I've heard it said that children born to stressful times never shake the air of woe . . . .

So many miseries have craz'd my voice, That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute.

A man preacheth that sermon only well unto others which preacheth itself in his own soul. And he that doth not feed on and thrive in the digestion of the food which he provides for others will scarce make it savoury unto them; yea, he knows not but the food he hath provided may be poison, unless he have really tasted of it himself. If the word do not dwell with power in us, it will not pass with power from us.

Sainthood emerges when you can listen to someone's tale of woe and not respond with a description of your own.

Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.

Woe to these people who have no appetite for the very dish that their age serves up.

All I'd ever wanted to do in my life was write and publish books, and woe to anyone who stood in my way.

Many there are who, not comprehending, not being affected with, that divine, spiritual description of the person of Christ which is given us by the Holy Ghost in the Scripture, do feign unto themselves false representations of him by images and pictures, so as to excite carnal and corrupt affections in their minds. By the help of their outward senses, they reflect on their imaginations the shape of a human body, cast into postures and circumstances dolorous or triumphant; and so, by the working of their fancy, raise a commotion of mind in themselves, which they suppose to be love unto Christ.

I really never look at my health issues as 'Woe is me.' I've seen the reality of that. And it's not a pleasant thing.

To fight aloud is very brave, but gallanter, I know, who charge within the bosom, the Cavalry of Woe.

Share weight and woe, for misfortune falls with double force on him that stands alone.

O Woe to his blinded soul! Saying this, he as it were said to God: "Thou Thyself are guilty, because the woman whom Thou gavest me hast deceived me." This very same thing I myself now suffer, wretched and miserable, when I do not desire to be humbled, and to say with my whole soul that I myself am guilty of my perdition. But on the contrary I say: "That person over there inspired me to do or say this. He advised me and knocked me off the path." Woe is my poor soul which speaks such words filled with sin! O most shameless and irrational words of a shameless and irrational soul!

Woe to me if I should prove myself but a halfhearted soldier in the service of my thorn-crowned Captain.

Behold, for years and generations, the way of God has been leveled by the cross and by death. How is this with thee, that thou seest the afflictions of the way as if they were out of the way? Doest not thou wish to follow the steps of the saints? Or doest thou wish to go a way which is especially for thee, without suffering? the way unto God is a daily cross. No one can ascend unto heaven with comfort, we know where the way of comfort leads.

Woe to him who would ascribe something like reason to Chance, and make a religion of surrendering to it.

Often on earth the gentlest heart is fain To feed and banquet on another's woe.

I cannot love as I have loved, And yet I know not why; It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die.

Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe

Lie not down wearied 'neath Woe's weeping willow; work with a stout heart and resolute will.

The heart bowed down by weight of woe to weakest hope will cling.

Woe to him who neglects to recommend himself to Mary, and thus closes the channel of grace!

Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow! Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe!

For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Woe to him inside a non-conformist clique who does not conform to non-conformity.

And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show.

'Tis writ on Paradise's gate, Woe to the dupe that yields to fate!

Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone. But grief returns with the revolving year.

With living colours give my verse to glow: The sad memorial of a tale of woe!

Woe be to the generation that lets any higher faculty in its midst go unemployed.

Life is richly worth living, with its continual revelations of mighty woe, yet infinite hope; and I take it to my breast.

Woe to him who doesn't know how to wear his mask, be he king or pope!

Woe to those who spit on the beat generation, the wind will blow it back.

Woe to the Revolution when the day comes, when the people, overburdened by contributions and consumed by abuses, turn to their enemies for salvation!

Woe to the wicked! Disaster is upon them! They will be paid back for what their hands have done.

Trouble follows me wherever I go. Thing I'm in is just a sack o'woe.

The sin and the shame and the sorrow, The crime and the want and the woe That are born there in your workshop, No hand can paint, you know.

The happiest folk are those that are busy, for their minds are starved of time to seek out woe.

'Go to My brethren, and say unto them, I ascend unto My Father, and your Father, and to My God, and your God' (Jn. 20:!7). He is our Father by grace through the Spirit of adoption (Rom. 8:15), but His Father by nature on account of His divinity. Similarly, He is our God as the creator of our human nature, but His God by reason of the dispensation whereby He became man. He made these distinctions so that we might understand the difference.

No doubt the artist is the child of his time; but woe to him if he is also its disciple, or even its favorite.

I cannot love as I have loved, And yet I know not why; It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die.

He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him.

Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its trust in life.

This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.

Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe.

Talk happiness. The world is sad enough without your woe.

But woe awaits a country when She sees the tears of bearded men.

Then, of course, through the umbilical link we all tumble backwards down the spiralling DNA staircase to one common ancestor in Africa, and before that some bunch of curious monkeys. Down and down we go unto the sea, unto the dust, the single cellular dust. What impulse drove one cell to become two? What yearning pulled the fish on to the land? What caused apes to walk upright? Some invisible magnetic pull. Is there a difference between attraction and intention? Where is evolution taking us?

The Morning after Woe- Tis frequently the Way- Surpasses all that rose before- For utter Jubilee-.

Had He not emerged from the tomb all our hopes, all our salvation would be lying dead with Him unto this day. But as we see Him issue from the grave we see ourselves issue with Him in newness of life. Now we know that His shoulders were strong enough to bear the burden that was laid upon them, and that He is able to save to the uttermost all that come unto God through Him. The resurrection of Christ is thus the indispensable evidence of His completed work, His accomplished redemption.

The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastis'd by sabler tints of woe.

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, not forgetting to leave others be as you would have them leave you be.

Apathy is the great requisite for the station; for woe betide the wretch who fancies any modicum of zeal.

Woe to he who checkmates his opponents at last, only to discover they have been playing cribbage.

Woe to humanity, should only a single animal have a seat in the Last Judgement.

You must not allow yourselves to become discouraged. Missionary work brings joy, optimism, and happiness. Don't give Satan an opportunity to discourage you. Here again, work is the answer. The Lord has given us a key by which we can overcome discouragement: "Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart; and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."

But woe to him, who left to moan, Reviews the hours of brightness gone.

For life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o' the prize of learning love.

O Lord, Thou knowest that which is best for us; let this or that be done, as Thou shalt please. Give what Thou wilt, how much Thou wilt, and when Thou wilt. Deal with me as thou thinkest best. Place me where Thou wilt, and deal with me in all things just as Thou wilt. Behold, I am Thy servant, prepared for all things: I desire not to live unto myself, but unto Thee; and oh, that I could do it worthily and perfectly!

No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.

Talk happiness. The world is sad enough without your woe. No path is wholly rough.