I am the shade. Through the dolent city, i flee. Through the eternal woe, i take flight..

When we our betters see bearing our woes,We scarcely think our miseries our foes.

Give not thyself up, then, to fire, lest it invert thee, deaden thee, as for the time it did me. There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness.

The house of laughter makes a house of woe.

Love is like whoa! Actually, it’s closer to woe.

Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?

Jesus wastes none of our stories, even our tales of woe. He transforms them into epic adventures where we dare to face our past for the sake of our present.

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.