Dante Alighieri Quotes (106 Quotes)



    Do ye not comprehend that we are worms born to bring forth the angelic butterfly that flieth unto judgment without screen

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

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

    I was so full of sleep at the time that I left the true way.


    Those who are here can place no hope in death,
    and their blind life is so abject that they
    are envious of every other fate.


    The experience of this sweet life. L'esperienza de questa dolce vita.

    Here we find the moat of thieves. And just as a lizard, with a quick, slick slither, Flicks across the highway from hedge to hedge, Fleeter than a flash, in the battering dog-day weather, A fiery little monster, livid, in a rage, Black as any peppercorn, came and made a dart At the guts of the others, and leaping to engage One of the pair, it pierced him at the part Through which we first draw food then loosed its grip And fell before him, outstretched and apart.

    Consider your breed you were not made to live like beasts, but to follow virtue and knowledge.

    The hottest places in Hell are reserved for those who, in time of great moral crises, retained their neutrality.


    A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.


    If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought.

    Through me the way into the suffering city, Through me the way to the eternal pain, Through me the way that runs among the lost. Justice urged on my high artificer. My maker was divine authority, The highest wisdom, and the primal love. Before me nothing but eternal things were made, And I endure eternally. Abandon every hope, ye who enter here.


    The sad souls of those who lived without blame and without praise.


    Pride, envy, avarice - these are the sparks have set on fire the hearts of all men.


    Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.

    Be as a tower firmly set; Shakes not its top for any blast that blows.


    Of my sowing such straw I reap. O human folk, why set the heart there where exclusion of partnership is necessary

    The purpose of the whole (work) is to remove those who are living in this life from a state of wretchedness and lead them to the state of blessedness.

    We climbed up.until I finally saw through a round opening the beauteous things which Heaven holds. And there we came out to see, once more, the stars.

    All your renown is like the summer flower that blooms and dies because the sunny glow which brings it forth, soon slays with parching power.

    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.


    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.



    There is no greater sorrow Than to be mindful of the happy time In misery.

    Be steadfast as a tower that doth not bend Its stately summit to the tempests shock.


    There is no greater grief than to remember days of joy when misery is at hand.

    Avarice, envy, pride. Three fatal sparks, have set the hearts of all on Fire.


    For where the instrument of intelligence is added to brute power and evil will, mankind is powerless in its own defense.


    Predestination how remote and dim Thy root lies hidden from the intellect Which only glimpses the First Cause Supreme And you, ye mortals, keep your judgment checked, Since we, who see God, have not therefore skill To know yet all the number of the

    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.

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



    The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis.


    For I am Beatrice who send you on;
    I come from where I most long to return;
    Love prompted me, that Love which makes me speak.



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