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.
PETRARCHI looked back at the summit of the mountain, which seemed but a cubit high in comparison with the height of human contemplation, were in not too often merged in the corruptions of the earth.
More Petrarch Quotes
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Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.
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When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
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For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay.
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I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.
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Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.
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For though I am a body of this earth, my firm desire is born from the stars.
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Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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I have taken pride in others, never in myself.
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Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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Virtue is health, vice is sickness.
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The greater I am, the greater shall be my efforts.
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Five enemies of peace inhabit with us – avarice, ambition, envy, anger, and pride; if these were to be banished, we should infallibly enjoy perpetual peace.
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A good death does honour to a whole life.
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Where are the numerous constructions erected by Agrippa, of which only the Pantheon remains? Where are the splendorous palaces of the emperors?
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I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.
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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.
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Alack our life, so beautiful to see, With how much ease life losest, in a day, What many years with pain and toil amassed!
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What 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.
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The end of doubt is the beginning of repose.
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Mere elegance of language can produce at best but an empty renown.
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Events appear sad, pleasant, or painful, not because they are so in reality, but because we believe them to be so and the light in which we look at them depends upon our own judgment.
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Suspicion is the cancer of friendship.
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I rejoiced in my progress, mourned my weaknesses, and commiserated the universal instability of human conduct.
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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!
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Man has not a greater enemy than himself.
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And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
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