Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people
Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people
Thy soul is by vile fear assailed, which oft so overcasts a man, that he recoils from noblest resolution, like a beast at some false semblance in the twilight gloom.
And when he had put his hand on mine with a cheerful look, wherefrom I took courage, he brought me within to the secret things. Here sighs, laments, and deep wailings were resounding through the starless air; wherefore at first I wept thereat. Strange tongues, horrible utterances, words of woe, accents of anger, voices high and faint, and sounds of hands with them, were making a tumult which whirls always in that air forever dark, like the sand when the whirlwind breathes.
Ye who enter,abandon all hope.
As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force.
As phantoms frighten beasts when shadows fall.
From there we came outside and saw the stars
Here pity only lives when it is dead - Virgil
If i thought i was replying to someone who would every return to the world, this flame would cease it's flickering. But since no one has returned from these depths alive, if what I've heard is true, I will answer you without fear of infamy.
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate.
Lying in a featherbed will not bring you fame, nor staying beneath the quilt, and he who uses up his life without achieving fame leaves no more vestige of himself on earth than smoke in the air or foam upon the water.
Omnes relinquite spes, o vos intrantes
On march the banners of the King of Hell.
One ought to be afraid of nothing other then things possessed of power to do us harm, but things innoucuous need not be feared.
The wish to hear such baseness is degrading.
Thence we came forth to rebehold the stars.
There is no greater sorrow then to recall our times of joy in wretchedness.
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