#Quote

At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.

Facebook
Twitter
More Quotes by Dante Alighieri
Now you know how much my love for you burns deep in me when I forget about our emptiness, and deal with shadows as with solid things.
But if, as morning rises, dreams are true.
I care not where my body may take me as long as my soul is embarked on a meaningful journey.
A fight every now and again does make life more interesting. Don’t ya think?
Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people.
Lost are we, and are only so far punished, That without hope we live on in desire.
Hope not ever to see Heaven. I have come to lead you to the other shore; into eternal darkness; into fire and into ice.
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.
O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?
It was the hour of morning, when the sun mounts with those stars that shone with it when God’s own love first set in motion those fair things.