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
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
darkest maintain moral places politics reserved
The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis.
dark air hands
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.
dark forests divine-comedy
I found myself within a forest dark,
dark journey path
At the midpoint on the journey of life, I found myself in a dark forest, for the clear path was lost...
dark savages littles
I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightfoward pathway had been lost. Ah me! How hard a thing is to say, what was this forest savage, rough, and stern, which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more...
book dark journey
Midway in our life's journey, I went astray from the straight road and woke to find myself alone in a dark wood.
ice fire darkness
Into the eternal darkness, into fire and into ice.
pain dark air
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.
dark journey savages
Midway along the journey of our life I woke to find myself in a dark wood, for I had wandered off from the straight path. How hard it is to tell what it was like, this wood of wilderness, savage and stubborn (the thought of it brings back all my old fears), a bitter place! Death could scarce be bitterer. But if I would show the good that came of it I must talk about things other than the good.
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.
great help projects small
Small projects need much more help than great ones.
air cries faint horrible knows pain sand uncouth
Uncouth tongues, horrible shriekings of despair, Shrill and faint voices, cries of pain and rage, And, with it all, smiting of hands, were there, Making a tumult, nothing could assuage, To swirl in the air that knows not day or night, Like sand withi
born consider follow virtue
Consider your origin; you were not born to live like brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.