Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!
Alas! the joys that fortune brings
Are trifling, and decay,
And those who prize the trifling things,
More trifling still than they.
Alas! the praise given to the ear
Ne'er was nor ne'er can be sincere.
L. E. Landon
Alas! the slippery nature of tender youth.
James Freeman Clarke
Alas! there is no instinct like the heart!
Alas! they had been friends in youth;
But whispering tongues can poison truth,
And constancy lives in realms above;
And life is thorny, and youth is vain;
And to be wroth with one we love
Doth work like madness in the brain.
Alas! this time is never the time for self-denial, it is always the next time. Abstinence is so much more pleasant to contemplate upon the other side of indulgence.
Alas! to make me
The fixed figure of the time, for scorn
To point his slow and moving finger at.
Alas! to seize the moment
When heart inclines to heart,
And press a suit with passion,
Is not a woman's part.
If man come not to gather
The roses where they stand,
They fade among their foliage,
They cannot seek his hand.
Alas! to-day I would give everything
To see a friend's face, or hear a voice
That had the slightest tone of comfort in it.
Alas! too well, too well they know
The pain, the penitence, the woe
That passion brings down on the best,
The wisest and the loveliest.
Alas! we are the sport of destiny.
Alas! we know that ideals can never be completely embodied in practice. Ideals must ever lie a great way off - and we will thankfully content ourselves with any not intolerable approximation thereto! Let no man, as Schiller says, too querulously 'measure by a scale of perfection the meager product of reality' in this poor world of ours.
Alas! what is man? whether he be deprived of that light which is from on high, or whether he discard it; a frail and trembling creature, standing on time, that bleak and narrow isthmus between two eternities, he sees nothing but impenetrable darkness on the one hand, and doubt, distrust, and conjecture still more perplexing on the other. Most gladly would he take an observation as to whence he has come, or whither he is going. Alas, he has not the means; his telescope is too dim, his compass too wavering, his plummet too short. Nor is that little spot, his present state, one whit more intelligible, since it may prove a quicksand that may sink in a moment from his feet; it can afford him no certain reckoning as to that immeasurable ocean that he may have traversed, or that still more formidable one that he must.
Alas! what stay is there in human state,
Or who can shun inevitable fate?
The doom was written, the decree was past,
Ere the foundations of the world were cast.
Alas! while the body stands so broad and brawny, must the soul lie blinded, dwarfed, stupefied, almost annihilated? Alas! this was, too, a breath of God, bestowed in heaven, but on earth never to be unfolded!
Alas! you know the cause too well;
The salt is spilt, to me it fell.
Then to contribute to my loss,
My knife and fork were laid across;
On Friday, too! the day I dread;
Would I were safe at home, in bed!
Last night (I vow to Heaven 'tis true)
Bounce from the fire a coffin flew.
Next post some fatal news shall tell:
God send my Cornish friends be well!
Alas, by what rude fate
Our lives, like ships at sea, an instant meet,
Then part forever on their courses fleet.
Alas, by what trivial causes is greatness overthrown!
Alas, could experience be bought for gold!
Alas, for him who is gone and hath done no good work! The trumpet of march has sounded, and his load was not bound on.
Alas, for human nature that the wounds of vanity should smart and bleed so much longer than the wounds of affection!
Alas, for the treachery of opportunity!
Ninon de Lenclos
Alas, how is 't with you,
That you do bend your eye on vacancy,
And with the incorporal air do hold discourse?
Alas, poor Yorik.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet V, Szene 1
Alas, that we should be so unwilling to listen to the still and holy yearnings of the heart! A god whispers quite softly in our breast, softly yet audibly; telling us what we ought to seek and what to shun.
Alas, the incertitude of the law!
Alas, the transports beauty can inspire!
Alas, we make a ladder of our thoughts, where angels step, but sleep ourselves at the foot; our high resolves look down upon our slumbering acts.
L. E. Landon
Alaun für Zucker essen.
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Alazão tostado, antes morto que cansado.
Alazão, ou muito bom, ou muito ladrão.
Albae gallinae filius.
Albarda nova em burro velho, matadura pela certa.
Albarde-se o burro à vontade do dono.
Albeit failure in any cause produces a correspondent misery in the soul, yet it is, in a sense, the highway to success, inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true, and every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterward carefully eschew.
Albern Leut dienen nicht in die Welt.
Albern und fest ist besser als schön und kraus.
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Albern wie eine ungemachte Wassersuppe.
Alberne Leute sagen Dummheiten, gescheite Leute machen sie.
Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach (1830-1916), Aphorismen
Alberne Lüe (Leute) sind ock Lüe.
Beansprucht billige Rücksicht gegen Menschen mit beschränkten Geisteskräften.
Albernheit verlacht man bekanntlich, und in großer Dreistigkeit steckt stets ein Zusatz von Albernheit.
Francis Bacon (1561-1626), Über die Dreistigkeit
Albero che non fa frutto, taglia taglia.
Albero spesso trapiantato, mai di frutti è caricato.
Albero troppo trapiantato dà sempre pochi frutti.
Albero vecchio trapiantato mai di frutti è caricato.
Albert Dürer, the famous painter, used to say he had no pleasure in pictures that were painted with many colors, but in those which were painted with a choice simplicity. So it is with me as to sermons.
Alberts Zeit, der Ochsen Freud.
Albinus bittet mich schier jeden Tag zu Gaste;
Warum denn komm ich nicht? Weil ich nicht gerne faste.
Andreas Gryphius (1616-1664), Deutsche Epigrammata, auf den Albin
Albrecht Dürern förderte ein höchst innigstes realistisches anschauen, ein liebenswürdiges menschliches Mitgefühl aller gegenwärtigen Zustände, ihm schadete eine trübe, form- und bodenlose Phantasie.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832), Maximen und Reflexionen 1089