Be ignorance thy choice, where knowledge leads to woe.

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.

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.

Woe betide the man who refuses to conform.

Woe to him that claims obedience when it is not due; woe to him that refuses it when it is.

Depression isn't about, 'Woe is me, my life is this, that and the other', it's like having the worst flu all day that you just can't kick.

Very rarely am I attracted to characters that are 'woe is me.' I'm not a big fan of women that have to be the victim and need to be saved, at all times. I don't necessarily think that's how it is, in real life, and I don't think that's how it should be in films.

What I've always loved about faeries is the way that they, unlike so many other supernatural creatures, are not human and have never been human. They have different customs and different taboos, and woe to anyone who breaks them.

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

Woe, woe, woe... in a little while we shall all be dead. Therefore let us behave as though we were dead already.

Woe to those who die in mortal sin!

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love. What the world really needs is more love and less paperwork.

Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.

Since 1981, I've spent every Thanksgiving Day broadcasting a game, and it is one of my favorite days. You can say, 'Woe is me, I never get to be part of the tradition,' or you can say, 'Heck, we've got our own tradition, and it's pretty good.'

A faith is a necessity to a man. Woe to him who believes in nothing.

As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.

Alas! by some degree of woe we every bliss must gain.

Out of my great woe I make my little song.

W'en you see a man in woe, Walk right up and say 'hullo'; Say hullo and how d'ye do. How's the world a-usin' you?

By telling our woes we often assuage them.