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

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More Quotes by Dante Alighieri
Hope not ever to see Heaven. I have come to lead you to the other shore; into eternal darkness; into fire and into ice.
But if, as morning rises, dreams are true.
Justice divine has weighed: the doom is clear. All hope renounce, ye lost, who enter here.
Midway in our life’s journey, I went astray from the straight road and woke to find myself alone in a dark wood.
For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.
Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people.
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.
When I had journeyed half of our life’s way, I found myself within a shadowed forest, for I had lost the path that does not stray.
Be like a solid tower whose brave height remains unmoved by all the winds that blow; the man who lets his thoughts be turned aside by one thing or another, will lose sight of his true goal, his mind sapped of its strength.
Lost are we, and are only so far punished, That without hope we live on in desire.