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Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.

Petrarch

And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt, Left here without the light I loved so much, In a great tempest and with shrouds unkempt.
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Greatness Grief Light Live Love Myself
I have taken pride in others, never in myself.
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Myself Pride
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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Cure Disgust Mom
I would have preferred to have been born in any other time than our own.
PETRARCH

Born Ourselves Preference Time
When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
PETRARCH

Animal Cat Death Poet
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

Crown Forever Goodness Grace Heart Humanity Life Love Principle Right Soul Truth
Books have led some to learning and others to madness.
PETRARCH

Book Leadership Learning Madness
Mere elegance of language can produce at best but an empty renown.
PETRARCH

Elegant Empty Language Production
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

Cry Grief Heaven Lying
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

Height Man Mountain Revolution Stars Wonder
Reality is always the foe of famous names.
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Enemy Famous Name One Liner Reality
All pleasure in the world is a passing dream.
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Dreaming Pass Pleasure World
Often on earth the gentlest heart is fain To feed and banquet on another’s woe.
PETRARCH

Earth Enemy Heart
Books can warm the heart with friendly words and counsel, entering into a close relationship with us which is articulate and alive.
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Alive Book Friendship Heart Relationship Warm
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

Bitter Burn Freeze Memories Myself Sweet
I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.
PETRARCH

Angel Beautiful Earth Walk World

Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.

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