Dante Alighieri

There is no greater woe than in misery to remember the happy time

Love, that on gentle heart quickly lays hold, seized him for the fair person that was taken from me, and the mode still hurts me. Love, which absolves no loved one from loving, seized me for the pleasing of him so strongly that, as thou seest, it does not even now abandon me. Love brought us to one death.

Hell."

We at last arrived within the deep ditches that encompass that disconsolate city. The walls seemed to me to be of iron.

beware how thou enterest, and to whom thou trustest thyself; let not the amplitude of the entrance deceive thee."

beware how thou enterest, and to whom thou trustest thyself; let not the amplitude of the entrance deceive thee.

Love, that on gentle heart quickly lays hold, seized him for the fair person that was taken from me, and the mode still hurts me. Love, which absolves no loved one from loving, seized me for the pleasing of him so strongly that, as thou seest, it does not even now abandon me. Love brought us to one death.

how many sweet thoughts, how great desire, led these unto the woeful pass.

Midway upon the road of our life I found myself within a dark wood, for the right way had been missed.

the Lovee was turning which moves the Sun and the other stars.

the more perfect a thing is the more it feels the good, and so the pain.