Dante Alighieri Quotes

These dwell among the blackest souls,loaded down deep by sins of differing types.If you sink far enough,you'll see them all.

I love to doubt as well as know.

For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.

They yearn for what they fear for.

Here pity only lives when it is dead - Virgil

I felt for the tormented whirlwinds Damned for their carnal sins Committed when they let their passions rule their reason.

From there we came outside and saw the stars

Follow your own star!

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

There are souls beneath that water. Fixed in slimethey speak their piece, end it, and start again:'Sullen were we in the air made sweet by the Sun;in the glory of his shining our hearts poureda bitter smoke. Sullen were we begun;sullen we lie forever in this ditch.'This litany they gargle in their throatsas if they sand, but lacked the words and pitch.

If you give people light, they will find their own way.

Your fame is as the grass, whose hue comes and goes, and His might withers it by whose power it sprang from the lap of the earth.

Lost are we, and are only so far punished, That without hope we live on in desire.

Open your mind to what I shall disclose, and hold it fast within you; he who hears, but does not hold what he has heard, learns nothing. Beatrice - Canto V 40-42

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

Love can move the Sun and the stars.

The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come.

If your world isn't right, the cause is in you.

Art, as far as it is able, follows nature, as a pupil imitates his master; thus your art must be, as it were, God's grandchild.

The more souls who resonate together, the greater the intensity of their love... and, mirror-like... each soul reflects the other.

Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.

If you follow your natural bent;you will definitely go to heaven

I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightfoward pathway had been lost. Ah me! How hard a thing is to say, what was this forest savage, rough, and stern, which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more.

I, answering in the end, began: 'Alas, how many yearning thoughts, what great desire, have lead them through such sorrow to their fate?

I wept not — so to stone I grew within.

At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.

Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always.

Abandon every hope, you who enter.

A backward glance can often lift the heart.

Here my powers rest from their high fantasy, but already I could feel my being turned- instinct and intellect balanced equally. as in a wheel whose motion nothing jars- by the Love that moves the Sun and the other stars.

As one who sees in dreams and wakes to find the emotional impression of his vision still powerful while its parts fade from his mind - Just such am I, having lost nearly all the vision itself, while in my heart I feel the sweetness of it yet distill and fall.

Those ancients who in poetry presented the golden age, who sang its happy state, perhaps, in their Parnassus, dreamt this place. Here, mankind's root was innocent; and here were every fruit and never-ending spring; these streams--the nectar of which poets sing.

The experience of this sweet life.

A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.

Into the eternal darkness, into fire and into ice.

The whole universe is but the footprint of the Divine goodness.

The more perfect a thing is, the more susceptible to good and bad treatment it is.

It was the hour of morning, when the sun mounts with those stars that shone with it when God's own love first set in motion those fair things

O you proud Christians, wretched souls and small,/ Who by the dim lights of your twisted minds/ Believe you prosper even as you fall,/ Can you not see that we are worms, each one/ Born to become the angelic butterfly/ That flies defenseless to the Judgement Throne?

I found myself within a forest dark.

Many have justice in their hearts, but slowly it is let fly, for it comes not without council to the bow.

One ought to be afraid of nothing other then things possessed of power to do us harm, but things innoucuous need not be feared.

A mighty flame followeth a tiny spark.

Now 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.

In that book which is my memory, On the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you, Appear the words, ‘Here begins a new life’.

Still desiring, we live without hope.

All of nature is God's art.

...ma gia volgena il mio disio e'l velle si come rota ch'igualmente e mossa, l'amor che move: i sole e l'altre stelle ...as a wheel turns smoothtly, free from jars, my will and my desire were turned by love, The love that moves the sun and the other stars.