Dante Alighieri Quotes - Page 9

This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy souls of those who lived without infamy or praise.

It may be that a more subtle person would find for this thing a reason of greater subtlety: but such is the reason that I find, and that liketh me best.

In His will, our peace.

Here we find the moat of thieves. And just as a lizard, with a quick, slick slither, Flicks across the highway from hedge to hedge, Fleeter than a flash, in the battering dog-day weather, A fiery little monster, livid, in a rage, Black as any peppercorn, came and made a dart At the guts of the others, and leaping to engage One of the pair, it pierced him at the part Through which we first draw food; then loosed its grip And fell before him, outstretched and apart.

The well heeded well heard.

As phantoms frighten beasts when shadows fall.

All your renown is like the summer flower that blooms and dies; because the sunny glow which brings it forth, soon slays with parching power.

If i thought i was replying to someone who would every return to the world, this flame would cease it's flickering. But since no one has returned from these depths alive, if what I've heard is true, I will answer you without fear of infamy.

Go right on and listen as thou goest.

The experience of this sweet life.

Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people

Mankind, why do ye set your hearts on things That, of necessity, may not be shared?

Here pity only lives when it is dead - Virgil

O faithful conscience, delicately pure, how doth a little failing wound thee sore!

There, pride, avarice, and envy are the tongues men know and heed, a Babel of depsair

Segui il tuo corso et lascia dir les genti. (Follow your road and let the people say).

Stand firm as the tower that never shakes its top whatever wind may blow.

If you're asking for a date, forget it. 'Cause I make it a point not to go out with women who shoot me in the head!

There is in hell a place stone-built throughout, Called Malebolge, of an iron hue, Like to the wall that circles it about.

Love, who insists that love shall mutual be, Link'd me to him with charm strong as our fates; Even now it leaves me not, as thou dost see.

Doubting pleases me no less than knowing

The purpose of the whole [the Comedy] and of this portion [the Paradiso] is to remove those who are living in this life from the state of wretchedness, and to lead them to the state of blessedness.

…all things created have an order in themselves, and this begets the form that lets the universe resemble God.

As, pricked out with less and greater lights, between the poles of the universe, the Milky Way so gleameth white as to set very sages questioning.

The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and likewise pain.