{"quotes":[{"text":"How long, O God, will we go on with a mock Christianity that takes the tribalism of our world for granted?How long, O God, will we be satisfied with the way things are?How long, O God, will we try to 'make some difference in the world' while leaving the basic patterns of the world unaffected?How long, O God will we take consolation in numbers, buildings, and structures, when millions of your children are dying?How long, O Sovereign Lord, will we remain blind to the lessons of history?","author":"Emmanuel Katongole","tags":["church-life","lament","prayer"],"id":33309,"author_id":"Emmanuel+Katongole"},{"text":"We live in a world that is beyond our control, and life is in a constant flux of change. So we have a decision to make: keep trying to control a storm that is not going to go away or start learning how to live within the rain.","author":"Glenn Pemberton","tags":["change","control","god","grief","heartache","lament","lamentation","psalms","storms"],"id":48143,"author_id":"Glenn+Pemberton"},{"text":"The day arrived,when myriad teary rivers flow and the muted wind faintly died in his tears—an altar for the beloved one's departure,for sister-hood is no more,for her to adore!While pangs the beating world in a lamenting voice;their remembering loss of the 'one' they embrace most and when the crepuscule came like a phantom,the mournful,gathered birds swiftly flew in gloom.","author":"Nithin Purple","tags":["adore","altar","beloved","birds","crepuscular","crepuscule","death","embarrassment","embrace","faint","gathering-darkness","gloom","gloominess","gloomy","lament","life","literature","loss","love-lost","mournful","mournfulness","muted","nithin-purple","nithinpurple","pangs","patience","peace","phantom","poems","poems-on-life","poetry","poetry","remembered","sister-love","sisterhood","swift","swiftly","tears","teary","world","worldly","writers"],"id":51416,"author_id":"Nithin+Purple"},{"text":"Everything good in life is either immoral, illegal or fattening.","author":"Nicole Richie","tags":["fattening","illegal","immorality","lament","life","true"],"id":62176,"author_id":"Nicole+Richie"},{"text":"LamentFor JAmong the small graves a soft shaft of sunlight gently rainsOn a memory; etches, as a glittering finger,Golden corn field hair, ignites eyes sweet as the seas blue plains,Traces lips pink as Marys carnation tears and lingersThen is gone. Oh ancient sun above how shall I tellOf the hearts deep yearnings that the years can never quell?","author":"Alan James Roll","tags":["lament","loss"],"id":75226,"author_id":"Alan+James+Roll"},{"text":"Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are callingFrom glen to glen, and down the mountain sideThe summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.But come ye back when summer's in the meadowOr when the valley's hushed and white with snow'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadowOh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.And if you come, when all the flowers are dyingAnd I am dead, as dead I well may beYou'll come and find the place where I am lyingAnd kneel and say an 'Ave' there for me.And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above meAnd all my dreams will warm and sweeter beIf you'll not fail to tell me that you love meI'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.","author":"Fred E. Weatherly","tags":["death","grave","lament"],"id":106738,"author_id":"Fred+E.+Weatherly"},{"text":"She taught me that life goes on, and that I had a choice. To lament what I no longer had or be grateful for what remained.","author":"Louise Penny","tags":["gratefulness","lament","life","life-goes-on","survival"],"id":141228,"author_id":"Louise+Penny"},{"text":"I used to be a poet.My words were traded in marketplaces like pieces of gold.Merchants bought my verses for as much as they paid for saffron and Indian jade.Now I am old...Drunk on wine and candle fumes.Alone in this barren room, I speak my psalms to the night air so as to entertain moths before they go off to die.I used to be a poet and my words were gold.","author":"Roman Payne","tags":["ageing","aging","ambition","beautiful-life","candles","exchange","exchanging","gold","grief","indian","jade","lament","loneliness","lonliness","marketplaces","minor-poem","minor-poetry","money","moths","old-man","old-poet","poetics","poetry","psalms","roman-payne","saffron"],"id":268683,"author_id":"Roman+Payne"},{"text":"The tragedy of Dionysus: Wear a black robe at night, and white you’ll wear by morning; but wear a purple robe to the midnight feast, and when you wake you’ll dress in black to mourn your soul deceased.","author":"Roman Payne","tags":["crepuscule","debauchery","dionysus","drunk","drunkeness","lament","partying","payne","regret","roman"],"id":297432,"author_id":"Roman+Payne"},{"text":"Lament invoked love.Woe invoked wonder.Grief invoked grace.Cry invoked celebration.(Page 80).","author":"Neena Verma","tags":["celebration","cry","grace","grief","lament","love","woe","wonder"],"id":301709,"author_id":"Neena+Verma"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":19,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}