Dante Alighieri
Dante Alighieri
Durante degli Alighieri, simply called Dante, was a major Italian poet of the Late Middle Ages. His Divine Comedy, originally called Comedìaand later christened Divina by Boccaccio, is widely considered the greatest literary work composed in the Italian language and a masterpiece of world literature...
NationalityItalian
ProfessionPoet
CountryItaly
people path
Follow your path, and let the people talk.
love romantic clock-is-ticking
Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always.
secret-love done getting-high
The secret of getting things done is to act!
life dark journey
In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.
path paradise hell
The path to paradise begins in hell.
love spiritual mirrors
The more souls who resonate together, the greater the intensity of their love... and, mirror-like... each soul reflects the other.
crown happier sorrow
A sorrow's crown of sorrow, Is remembering happier things
borne disgrace lived miserable praise souls state wretched
This miserable state is borne by the wretched souls of those who lived without disgrace and without praise.
greater happy midst recall sorrow time
There is no greater sorrow than to recall a happy time in the midst of wretchedness.
greater happy mindful sorrow time
There is no greater sorrow than to be mindful of the happy time in misery.
great help projects small
Small projects need much more help than great ones.
dark life lost middle road true wholly wood
In the middle of the road of my life I awoke in the dark wood where the true way was wholly lost
literature more-to-life
Here let dead poetry rise once more to life.
angel sea singing
O you, who in some pretty boat, Eager to listen, have been following Behind my ship, that singing sails along Turn back to look again upon your own shores; Tempt not the deep, lest unawares, In losing me, you yourselves might be lost. The sea I sail has never yet been passed; Minerva breathes, and pilots me Apollo, And Muses nine point out to me the Bears. You other few who have neck uplifted Betimes to the bread of angels upon Which one lives and does not grow sated, Well may you launch your vessel Upon the deep sea.