50 Total Quotes

Dante Alighieri Quotes

Dante Alighieri
We must overact our part in some measure, in order to produce any effect at all.
Dante Alighieri
#Acting And Actors

Dante Alighieri
There is no greater sorrow than to be mindful of the happy time in misery.
Dante Alighieri
#Italian Poet

Dante Alighieri
Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction.
Dante Alighieri
#Fame

Dante Alighieri
In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.
Dante Alighieri
#Italian Poet

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

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The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who in times of great moral crises maintain their neutrality
Dante Alighieri
#Crisis

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From a little spark may burst a flame.
Dante Alighieri
#Italian Poet

Dante Alighieri
Be as a tower firmly set; Shakes not its top for any blast that blows.
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#Italian Poet

Dante Alighieri
Beauty awakens the soul to act.
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#Italian Poet

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I wept not, so to stone within I grew.
Dante Alighieri
#Cries And Crying

Dante Alighieri
He listens well who takes notes.
Dante Alighieri
#Italian Poet

Dante Alighieri
Remember tonight.. for it is the beginning of always.
Dante Alighieri
#Italian Poet #Beginning

Dante Alighieri
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.
Dante Alighieri
#Italian Poet

Dante Alighieri
All hope abandon, ye who enter here!
Dante Alighieri
#Italian Poet

Dante Alighieri
If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought.
Dante Alighieri
#Italian Poet

Dante Alighieri
Consider your origin; you were not born to live like brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.
Dante Alighieri
#Italian Poet

Dante Alighieri
There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible language, words of pain, tones of anger, voices loud and hoarse, and with these the sound of hands, made a tumult which is whirling through that air forever dark, and sand eddies in a whirlwind.
Dante Alighieri
#Hell

Dante Alighieri
No one thinks of how much blood it costs.
Dante Alighieri
#Italian Poet #Blood

Dante Alighieri
You shall find out how salt is the taste of another man's bread, and how hard is the way up and down another man's stairs.
Dante Alighieri
#Italian Poet

Dante Alighieri
Will cannot be quenched against its will.
Dante Alighieri
#Will And Will Power

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Love that moves the sun and the other stars.
Dante Alighieri
#Love

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O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!
Dante Alighieri
#Conscience

Dante Alighieri
Follow your own star!
Dante Alighieri
#Individuality

Alighieri, Dante
CANTO I ONE night, when half my life behind me lay, I wandered from the straight lost path afar. Through the great dark was no releasing way; Above that dark was no relieving star. If yet that terrored night I think or say, As death's cold hands its fears resuming are. Gladly the dreads I felt, too dire to tell, The hopeless, pathless, lightless hours forgot, I turn my tale to that which next befell, When the dawn opened, and the night was not. The hollowed blackness of that waste, God wot, Shrank, thinned, and ceased. A blinding splendour hot Flushed the great height toward which my footsteps fell, And though it kindled from the nether hell, Or from the Star that all men leads, alike It showed me where the great dawn-glories strike The wide east, and the utmost peaks of snow. How first I entered on that path astray, Beset with sleep, I know not. This I know. When gained my feet the upward, lighted way, I backward gazed, as one the drowning sea, The deep strong tides, has baffled, and panting lies, On the shelved shore, and turns his eyes to see The league-wide wastes that held him. So mine eyes Surveyed that fear, the while my wearied frame Rested, and ever my heart's tossed lake became More quiet. Then from that pass released, which yet With living feet had no man left, I set My forward steps aslant the steep, that so, My right foot still the lower, I climbed. Below No more I gazed. Around, a slope of sand Was sterile of all growth on either hand, Or moving life, a spotted pard except, That yawning rose, and stretched, and purred and leapt So closely round my feet, that scarce I kept The course I would. That sleek and lovely thing, The broadening light, the breath of morn and spring, The sun, that with his stars in Aries lay, As when Divine Love on Creation's day First gave these fair things motion, all at one Made lightsome hope; but lightsome hope was none When down the slope there came with lifted head And back-blown mane and caverned mouth and red, A lion, roaring, all the air ashake That heard his hunger. Upward flight to take No heart was mine, for where the further way Mine anxious eyes explored, a she-wolf lay, That licked lean flanks, and waited. Such was she In aspect ruthless that I quaked to see, And where she lay among her bones had brought So many to grief before, that all my thought Aghast turned backward to the sunless night I left. But while I plunged in headlong flight To that most feared before, a shade, or man (Either he seemed), obstructing where I ran, Called to me with a voice that few should know, Faint from forgetful silence, "Where ye go, Take heed. Why turn ye from the upward way?" I cried, "Or come ye from warm earth, or they The grave hath taken, in my mortal need Have mercy thou!" He answered, "Shade am I, That once was man; beneath the Lombard sky, In the late years of Julius born, and bred In Mantua, till my youthful steps were led To Rome, where yet the false gods lied to man; And when the great Augustan age began, I wrote the tale of Ilium burnt, and how Anchises' son forth-pushed a venturous prow, Seeking unknown seas. But in what mood art thou To thus return to all the ills ye fled, The while the mountain of thy hope ahead Lifts into light, the source and cause of all Delectable things that may to man befall?" I answered, "Art thou then that Virgil, he From whom all grace of measured speech in me Derived? O glorious and far-guiding star! Now may the love-led studious hours and long In which I learnt how rich thy wonders are, Master and Author mine of Light and Song, Befriend me now, who knew thy voice, that few Yet hearken. All the name my work hath won Is thine of right, from whom I learned. To thee, Abashed, I grant it. . . Why the mounting sun No more I seek, ye scarce should ask, who see The beast that turned me, nor faint hope have I To force that passage if thine aid deny." He answered, "Would ye leave this wild and live, Strange road is ours, for where the she-wolf lies Shall no man pass, except the path he tries Her craft entangle. No way fugitive Avoids the seeking of her greeds, that give Insatiate hunger, and such vice perverse As makes her leaner while she feeds, and worse Her craving. And the beasts with which she breed The noisome numerous beasts her lusts require, Bare all the desirable lands in which she feeds; Nor shall lewd feasts and lewder matings tire Until she woos, in evil hour for her, The wolfhound that shall rend her. His desire Is not for rapine, as the promptings stir Of her base heart; but wisdoms, and devoirs Of manhood, and love's rule, his thoughts prefer. The Italian lowlands he shall reach and save, For which Camilla of old, the virgin brave, Turnus and Nisus died in strife. His chase He shall not cease, nor any cowering-place Her fear shall find her, till he drive her back, From city to city exiled, from wrack to wrack Slain out of life, to find the native hell Whence envy loosed her. For thyself were well To follow where I lead, and thou shalt see The spirits in pain, and hear the hopeless woe, The unending cries, of those whose only plea Is judgment, that the second death to be Fall quickly. Further shalt thou climb, and go To those who burn, but in their pain content With hope of pardon; still beyond, more high, Holier than opens to such souls as I, The Heavens uprear; but if thou wilt, is one Worthier, and she shall guide thee there, where none Who did the Lord of those fair realms deny May enter. There in his city He dwells, and there Rules and pervades in every part, and calls His chosen ever within the sacred walls. O happiest, they!" I answered, "By that Go Thou didst not know, I do thine aid entreat, And guidance, that beyond the ills I meet I safety find, within the Sacred Gate That Peter guards, and those sad souls to see Who look with longing for their end to be." Then he moved forward, and behind I trod. Canto II THE day was falling, and the darkening air Released earth's creatures from their toils, while I, I only, faced the bitter road and bare My Master led. I only, must defy The powers of pity, and the night to be. So thought I, but the things I came to see, Which memory holds, could never thought forecast. O Muses high! O Genius, first and last! Memories intense! Your utmost powers combine To meet this need. For never theme as mine Strained vainly, where your loftiest nobleness Must fail to be sufficient. First I said, Fearing, to him who through the darkness led, "O poet, ere the arduous path ye press Too far, look in me, if the worth there be To make this transit. &Aelig;neas once, I know, Went down in life, and crossed the infernal sea; And if the Lord of All Things Lost Below Allowed it, reason seems, to those who see The enduring greatness of his destiny, Who in the Empyrean Heaven elect was called Sire of the Eternal City, that throned and walled Made Empire of the world beyond, to be The Holy Place at last, by God's decree, Where the great Peter's follower rules. For he Learned there the causes of his victory. "And later to the third great Heaven was caught The last Apostl
Alighieri, Dante
#God #Hate

Alighieri, Dante
Love and the gentle heart are one thing, just as the poet says in his verse, each from the other one as well divorced as reason from the mind's reasoning. Nature craves love, and then creates love king, and makes the heart a palace where he'll stay, perhaps a shorter or a longer day, breathing quietly, gently slumbering. Then beauty in a virtuous woman's face makes the eyes yearn, and strikes the heart, so that the eyes' desire's reborn again, and often, rooting there with longing, stays, Till love, at last, out of its dreaming starts. Woman's moved likewise by a virtuous man.
Alighieri, Dante
#Heart #Love

Alighieri, Dante
There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you. Its reasoning about love's so sweet and true, the heart is conquered, and accepts these things. 'Who is this' the mind enquires of the heart, 'who comes here to seduce our intellect? Is his power so great we must reject every other intellectual art? The heart replies 'O, meditative mind this is love's messenger and newly sent to bring me all Love's words and desires. His life, and all the strength that he can find, from her sweet eyes are mercifully lent, who feels compassion for our inner fires.'
Alighieri, Dante
#Thoughts And Thinking