Petrarch Quotes
Five enemies of peace inhabit with us - avarice, ambition, envy, anger, and pride; if these were to be banished, we should infallibly enjoy perpetual peace.
Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us.
Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.
Books can warm the heart with friendly words and counsel, entering into a close relationship with us which is articulate and alive
Man has no greater enemy than himself. I have acted contrary to my sentiments and inclination; throughout our whole lives we do what we never intended, and what we proposed to do, we leave undone.
Where you are is of no moment, but only what you are doing there. It is not the place that ennobles you, but you the place, and this only by doing that which is great and noble.
Continued work and application form my soul's nourishment. So soon as I commenced to rest and relax I should cease to live.
It is more honorable to be raised to a throne than to be born to one. Fortune bestows the one, merit obtains the other.
I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
Often have I wondered with much curiosity as to our coming into this world and what will follow our departure.
I looked back at the summit of the mountain, which seemed but a cubit high in comparison with the height of human contemplation, were in not too often merged in the corruptions of the earth.
What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances
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.
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?
Death had his grudge against me, and he got up in the way, like an armed robber, with a pike in his hand.
I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.
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.
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.
