Midway along the journey of our life I woke to find myself in a dark wood, for I had wandered off from the straight path. How hard it is to tell what it was like, this wood of wilderness, savage and stubborn (the thought of it brings back all my old fears), a bitter place! Death could scarce be bitterer. But if I would show the good that came of it I must talk about things other than the good.
Dante AlighieriJustice divine has weighed: the doom is clear. All hope renounce, ye lost, who enter here.
Dante AlighieriNow you know how much my love for you burns deep in me when I forget about our emptiness, and deal with shadows as with solid things.
Dante Alighieri