Mere elegance of language can produce at best but an empty renown.
PETRARCHWhat name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances.
More Petrarch Quotes
-
-
I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.
PETRARCH -
It may be only glory that we seek here, but I persuade myself that, as long as we remain here, that is right. Another glory awaits us in heaven and he who reaches there will not wish even to think of earthly fame.
PETRARCH -
Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.
PETRARCH -
When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
PETRARCH -
I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.
PETRARCH -
Love is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth, the redeeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to life, and is prophetic of eternal good.
PETRARCH -
Hitherto your eyes have been darkened and you have looked too much, yes, far too much, upon the things of earth. If these so much delight you what shall be your rapture when you lift your gaze to things eternal!
PETRARCH -
And men go about to wonder at the heights of the mountains, and the mighty waves of the sea, and the wide sweep of rivers, and the circuit of the ocean, and the revolution of the stars, but themselves they consider not.
PETRARCH -
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
PETRARCH -
Man has not a greater enemy than himself.
PETRARCH -
Life in itself is short enough, but the physicians with their art, know to their amusement, how to make it still shorter.
PETRARCH -
Death had his grudge against me, and he got up in the way, like an armed robber, with a pike in his hand.
PETRARCH -
Reality is always the foe of famous names.
PETRARCH -
Go, grieving rimes of mine, to that hard stone Whereunder lies my darling, lies my dear, And cry to her to speak from heaven’s sphere.
PETRARCH -
A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires.
PETRARCH