#dante

After Homer and Dante, is a whole century of creating worth one Shakespeare? ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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Strangely, Dante's Divine Comedy did not produce a prose of that creative height or it did so after centuries. ↗

— Eugenio Montale

#centuries #comedy #creative #dante #did

Here is the difference between Dante, Milton, and me. They wrote about hell and never saw the place. I wrote about Chicago after looking the town over for years and years. ↗

— Carl Sandburg

#after #between #chicago #dante #difference

Dante himself is open to the suspicion of partiality: it is said, not without apparent ground, that he puts into hell all the enemies of the political cause, which, in his eyes, was that of Italy and God. ↗

— Goldwin Smith

#cause #dante #eyes #god #ground

Dreaming is an act of pure imagination, attesting in all men a creative power, which if it were available in waking, would make every man a Dante or Shakespeare. ↗

— Frederick Henry Hedge

#available #creative #dante #dreaming #every

I'm not afraid of death.....I'm afraid of life without you. ↗

— Yvonne Woon

#renee #beauty

Why do you keep staring at me?" I muttered under my breath. He glanced around to make sure no one was listening and then leaned towards me. His voice was hushed. "You have pen on your face. Here," he said, touching the space by his nose. "Oh." I felt my face go red as I wiped my cheek with my hand. "That and you remind me of someone I know. Or once knew. But I can't place who it is." "I thought you didn't have any friends," I challenged. Dante smiled. "I don't. Only enemies. Which doesn't bode well for you, considering the fact that you must resemble one of them. ↗

— Yvonne Woon

#renee #beauty

DANTE: And what if you found out you were right? What if it meant that I could hurt you? RENEE: I would not say that I'm not scared. Everyone has the ability to hurt. It's the choice that matters. ↗

— Yvonne Wood

#dante #hurt #renee #beauty

You’re so beautiful baby, so perfect inside and out, and believe me I’d know. You’re just as deep in me as I am in you. I feel you everywhere Sabrina. ↗

— Ella Fox

#beauty

The portraits, of more historical than artistic interest, had gone; and tapestry, full of the blue and bronze of peacocks, fell over the doors, and shut out all history and activity untouched with beauty and peace; and now when I looked at my Crevelli and pondered on the rose in the hand of the Virgin, wherein the form was so delicate and precise that it seemed more like a thought than a flower, or at the grey dawn and rapturous faces of my Francesca, I knew all a Christian's ecstasy without his slavery to rule and custom; when I pondered over the antique bronze gods and goddesses, which I had mortgaged my house to buy, I had all a pagan's delight in various beauty and without his terror at sleepless destiny and his labour with many sacrifices; and I had only to go to my bookshelf, where every book was bound in leather, stamped with intricate ornament, and of a carefully chosen colour: Shakespeare in the orange of the glory of the world, Dante in the dull red of his anger, Milton in the blue grey of his formal calm; and I could experience what I would of human passions without their bitterness and without satiety. I had gathered about me all gods because I believed in none, and experienced every pleasure because I gave myself to none, but held myself apart, individual, indissoluble, a mirror of polished steel: I looked in the triumph of this imagination at the birds of Hera, glowing in the firelight as though they were wrought of jewels; and to my mind, for which symbolism was a necessity, they seemed the doorkeepers of my world, shutting out all that was not of as affluent a beauty as their own; and for a moment I thought as I had thought in so many other moments, that it was possible to rob life of every bitterness except the bitterness of death; and then a thought which had followed this thought, time after time, filled me with a passionate sorrow. ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#christianity #dante #death #god #gods