75 Great Quotes By Francesco Petrarch
From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world's well beaten ways.
And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
Do you suppose there is any living man so unreasonable that if he found himself stricken with a dangerous ailment he would not anxiously desire to regain the blessing of health?
I have taken pride in others, never in myself.
Events appear sad, pleasant, or painful, not because they are so in reality, but because we believe them to be so and the light in which we look at them depends upon our own judgment.
How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!
Where are the numerous constructions erected by Agrippa, of which only the Pantheon remains? Where are the splendorous palaces of the emperors?
I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.
Reality is always the foe of famous names.
Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it.
While life is in your body, you have the rein of all thoughts in your hands.
When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
I rejoiced in my progress, mourned my weaknesses, and commiserated the universal instability of human conduct.
You keep to your own ways and leave mine to me.
For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay.
Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.
There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.
How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!
An equal doom clipp'd Time's blest wings of peace.
I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.
Mere elegance of language can produce at best but an empty renown.
It is more honorable to be raised to a throne than to be born to one. Fortune bestows the one, merit obtains the other.
Alack our life, so beautiful to see, With how much ease life losest, in a day, What many years with pain and toil amassed!
It may be only glory that we seek here, but I persuade myself that, as long as we remain here, that is right. Another glory awaits us in heaven and he who reaches there will not wish even to think of earthly fame.
How difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance.
My flowery and green age was passing away, and I feeling a chill in the fires had been wasting my heart, for I was drawing near the hillside above the grave.
And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt, Left here without the light I loved so much, In a great tempest and with shrouds unkempt.
Life in itself is short enough, but the physicians with their art, know to their amusement, how to make it still shorter.
Go, grieving rimes of mine, to that hard stone Whereunder lies my darling, lies my dear, And cry to her to speak from heaven's sphere.
The greater I am, the greater shall be my efforts.
