Best 82 quotes in «inferno quotes» category

I am the shade. Through the dolent city, i flee. Through the eternal woe, i take flight..

I cannot explain the force which pulled me to him. His sudden entrance into my empty life had awakened something very simple and very human in me. I was wondering and wishing and hoping like a fool with the rest of them. I had come undone by the magic. I wanted to believe. I wanted to chase after something vain and stupid. I wanted to forget everything.

I do not fear death, for death transforms visionaries into martyrs; converts noble ideas into powerful movements.

I'm a fan of the truth," she replied forcefully, "even if it's painfully hard to accept.

If passion was a substance I would say it is dark brown, and then blood red. It's like wet grass, tons of it soaked in mud. It's warm and it stinks like shit and it's unaccountably and endlessly good. It's thick and it goes on for miles and it isn't so much deep as bottomless and it holds you in its grip, you never drown. And then it goes. That's all you know.

I know you want to run, but I’m not going to let you. Sooner or later you need to start trusting someone.

...I’ve learned to expect the worst from people who hold power.

Inferno was for learning about the nature of our sins. Purgatorio is for learning how to overcome our tendencies to fall victim to them. Understanding our dilemma is important, but it's not enough. What we do with that understanding makes the difference between life and death. Humility is the foundation of all spiritual progress. Humility builds resilience. Stop thinking of yourself as the center of your world you will find it becomes easier to endure life's setbacks. Plus, you will in time become more grateful, more merciful, and more loving.

Iubirea-aceeași moarte ne-a sortit : străfund de iad pe ucigaș l-așteaptă.

Nessun maggior dolore che ricordarsi del tempo felice nella miseria;... دردي بزرگتر از ياد روزگاران خوشي در دوران تيره روزي نيست.

Madness is an ostrich who sticks her head in the sand while a pack of hyenas closes in around her.

Midtveges fram i gonga gjennom livet, eg fann meg att i tjukke svarte skogen, i vilska fór eg langt frå rette vegen.

Nesse mundo moderno, Os sãos são muito poucos. E ainda que no inferno, São chamados de loucos.

Non isperate mai veder lo cielo: i’ vegno per menarvi a l’altra riva ne le tenebre etterne, in caldo e ’n gelo.

Never make a promise you cannot keep.

Noi leggeveamo un giorno per diletto Di Lancialotto, come amor lo strinse; Soli eravamo e senza alcun sospetto Per più fiate gli occhi ci sospinse Quella lettura, e scolorocci il viso; Ma solo un punto fu quel che ci vinse. Quando leggemmo il disiato riso Esser baciato da cotanto amante, Questi, che mai da me non fia diviso, La bocca mi baciò tutto tremante. Galeotto fu il libro e chi lo scrisse: Quel giorno più non vi leggemmo avante." ""We were reading one day, to pass the time, of Lancelot, how love had seized him. We were alone, and without any suspicion And time and time again our eyes would meet over that literature, and our faces paled, and yet one point alone won us. When we had read how the desired smile was kissed by so true a lover, This one, who never shall be parted from me, kissed my mouth, all a-tremble. Gallehault was the book and he who wrote it That day we read no further.

Now you must cast aside your laziness, for he who rests on down or under covers cannot come to fame - Virgil

One great work of art inspired by another.

O, câte vise și ce dor de viață i-a-mpins, grăii, pe aceștia spre mormânt!

Only seconds slip by without me scrambling for the aid of someone better, more knowledgeable, to walk beside. Writers are good for that. They like nothing more than to tell you what they know. Dorothy Sayers, with all her essays and treatises, was good for that. Are women human? What constitutes the mind of the Maker? How did Dante survive the Inferno? Ask Dorothy; she’ll tell you and gladly.

​Per me si va ne la città dolente, Per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, Per me si va tra la perduta gente. Giustizia mosse il mio alto fattore: Fecemi la divina potestate La somma sapienza e'l primo amore Dinanzi a me non fuor cose create se non etterne, e io etterno duro. Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch'intrate.

Precum prin aer pe-aripi nemișcate, iau două turturele-alături sbor de-acelaș dor spre cuibul drag purtate, așa și ei, dintr-al Didonei cor veneau prin noaptea ce-o frământă vântul; atât cu ruga-nvinsei vrerea lor.

Og la oss ikke anklage Herren om vi ser små uskyldige barn lide. Ingen kan vite hvorfor, men den guddommelige rettferdighet lar oss ane at det er på grunn av forbrytelser begått før ankomsten til denne verden.

Roots cannot grow into trees if there are no supernatural elements in the soil. Man cannot grow wealthy and famous if he doesn't contribute to either, the good or evil.

Sa-ti amintesti de seara asta, fiindca este inceputul vesniciei.

Seek and ye shall find.

Se her, mine brødre, en menneskeskjebne blant mange andre, og erkjenn at et menneskes liv kan ta seg ut som en dårlig spøk!

Seven Deadly Sins. Saligia is an acronym for: superbia, avaritia, luxuria, invidia, gula, ira, and acedia.

Și ca și-acel ce nu mai vrea ce-a vrut, schimbând prin noul gând pe cele-avute, așa că lasă totul ce-a-nceput, așa și eu sub poala coastei mute gândind îmi mistuii întreaga vrere ce-ntâi, spre-a-ncepe, atât mi-a fost de iute. -De-ți prind din vorbe bine-a ta durere- răspunse umbra cea mărinimoasă- ți-e sufletul curpins de-acea scădere, ce-abate-ades de ținta sa frumoasă pe om, astfel (oprind) ca năzărirea nălucii lui pe-o bestie fricoasă.

Some angels are too good to live their entire lives in this inferno. They come to Earth for only a short time because they have a mission.

Overnight, Dante's work solidified the abstract concept of hell into clear and terrifying vision - visceral, palpable, and unforgettable. Not surprisingly, following the poem's release, the Catholic Church enjoyed an enormous upstick in attendance from terrified sinners looking to avoid Dante's updated version of the underworld.

Sometimes the only choice is the lesser of two evils.

So, you care about me now,’ I said, meaning to make a joke of it, but it came out soft and low and full of something guttural that made me embarrassed. ‘Why?’ “Because I don’t know anybody like you. You’re like … a rare artefact. And it would be a shame if you got broken.’ Amusement spluttered from me in the most unattractive way. ‘Are you really comparing me to an antique right now? Oh my God, you nerd.” He started laughing, and the carefree melody of it swept me up until I was laughing too, and it was absurd because our families were being threatened and murdered and there we were squished together in a hundred-degree heat outside a maximum security prison, and we used to hate each other and now we were laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes. He composed himself first, but it took a while and I was left choking my laughter into silence. ‘What I meant was,’ his face twisted into a quiet smile that felt secret and deadly, ‘you’re a bright spark, Sophie. And I don’t want anyone to snuff you out.’ ‘Oh.’ Well I couldn’t make fun of that. Was I supposed to say something back? Wasn’t that how compliments worked? The silence was growing and suddenly his words felt heavy and important and he was so close to me and I was perspiring and panicking, and … and I said, ‘And you’re kind of like a snowflake.’ Oh, Jesus Christ. He masked his fleeting surprise with a quirked eyebrow. ‘Excuse me?’ ‘Nothing,’ I said quickly. ‘I didn’t say anything.’ ‘No, no,’ he said, rounding on me so his face was too close, his eyes too searing, his smile too irritating. ‘I’m a snowflake, am I?’ ‘Shut up. Seriously.’ I pulled wisps of loose hair around my cheeks. ‘Shut up.’ ‘I think you were trying to tell me I was special.’ ‘Icy,’ I said. ‘I meant you were icy.’ I could practically taste his glee. I was floundering, and he was relishing it. ‘And unique, in that you’re uniquely annoying,’ I added. ‘God, you’re annoying.

There he died; and as thou seest me, saw I the three fall one by one, between the fifth day and the sixth: whence I betook me, already blind, to groping over each, and for three days called them, after they were dead; then fasting had more power than grief.

The Lord works in mysterious ways.

Qui viva la pietà, quand'è ben morta. در اينجا ترحم وقتي زنده است كه كاملا مرده باشد.

Qui il nulla è curvo, qui è rettilineo, qui si impenna, qui si inabissa, qui ruota, qui goccia, qui è arsura, qui è fame, qui è sonno, qui è sogno senza immagini dentro il sonno, qui è fumo, qui è foresta, qui è radura, qui è fuga, qui è ritorno, qui è dimora, qui è desolazione, qui è consolazione, qui è mano, qui è occhio, qui è piedi, qui è correre, qui è accorrere, qui è agguato, qui è cattura, qui è liberazione, qui è cielo, qui è inferi, qui è inizio, qui è fine, qui è durata, qui è conclusione, qui è inauguramento, qui è dipartita, qui è arrivo, qui, finalmente, è cava cavità di caverna".

Through me is the way to the city of woe. Through me is the way to sorrow eternal. Through me is the way to the lost below. Justice moved my architect supernal. I was constructed by divine power, supreme wisdom, and love primordial. Before me no created things were. Save those eternal, and eternal I abide. Abandon all hope, you who enter.

There is no greater sorrow than thinking back upon a happy time in misery--

The stars possessed a more humble kind of beauty than the raging and burning centerpiece of our galaxy, and he loved the sound those distant diamonds seemed to make in the black silence. Like winking sirens luring lonely men to their deaths, drowning them in the inky sky. He was desperately in love with their mysterious nature and saw them as alluring and gentle masters of the heavens. Masters of perfection, those tiny spheres of cool light were, hanging fixed and strong in their celestial place. Perhaps he loved the stars because he was so much like them.

The writer, having lost his way in a gloomy forest, and being hindered by certain wild beasts from ascending a mountain, is met by Virgil, who promises to show him the punishments of Hell, and afterwards of Purgatory; and that he shall then be conducted by Beatrice into Paradise. He follows the Roman Poet.

Thy soul is by vile fear assailed

There's a well kept secret to intense and heartfelt writing. Let your words bleed. (A new take on Hemingway's famous quote)

Trapped in inferno It blazed brighter than the sun His desire for her

Un giorno, dal nulla, mi ha portato via da una vita d’inferno e mi ha dato le chiavi del paradiso, ma tutto ha un prezzo

Tutto nel suo passato, che sembrava volerla trascinare indietro, era tetro come l’Inferno e affilato come un pugnale.

When two people are on the path of confrontation… a smallest spark is enough to convert into a devastating inferno.

we are burning like a chicken wing left on the grill of an outdoor barbecue we are unwanted and burning we are burning and unwanted we are an unwanted burning as we sizzle and fry to the bone the coals of Dante's 'Inferno' spit and sputter beneath us and above the sky is an open hand and the words of wise men are useless it's not a nice world, a nice world it's not ...

What if you are just destined to get hurt, to be helplessly stuck in a point of time you no longer want to be? Maybe life is all about trying to get up while you fall a little bit deeper in the pits of hell, each time you try not to...

Why do we allow people to abuse their children? Why don't we defend the sick and the weak? Why do we let soldiers round up our neighbors and make them wear a star on their clothing and cram them into boxcars? It isn't God who's evil-it's us.