Dante Alighieri Quotes

Want is misery.

Still desiring, we live without hope.

'T is sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside,-Jessy!

My dad had a lot of bad luck. You could see his suffering, his terrible suffering, living a life that was disappointing and looking for another one.

They'll take everything, even your tears.

Despair is part of love.

When life is woe, and hope is dumb, the World says, "Go!" The Grave says, "Come!

Despair is vinegar from the wine of hope.

We have no hope and yet we live in longing.

Lost in loneliness and pain. Black and unendurable, Thinking of you with every Corpuscle of my flesh, in Every instant of night And day.

I’ve lived to bury my desires, And see my dreams corrode with rust; Now all that’s left are fruitless fires That burn my empty heart to dust.

Hope is a punishable offense. The verdict is always death; one more death of the heart.

I lay my head on the railroad track, waitin' on the Double E. But the train don't run by here no more, poor, poor, pitiful me.

When hope is gone, time is punishment.

Her future, she thought, was likely to be worse than her past, for after her years of contented renunciation, she had slipped back into desire and longing; she found joyless days of distasteful occupation harder and harder; she found the image of the intense and varied life she yearned for, and despaired of, becoming more and more importunate.

It had ceased raining in the night and he walked out on the road and called for the dog. He called and called. Standing in that inexplicable darkness. Where there was no sound anywhere save only the wind. After a while he sat in the road. He took off his hat and placed it on the tarmac before him and he bowed his head and held his face in his hands and wept. He sat there for a long time and after a while the east did gray and after a while the right and godmade sun did rise, once again, for all and without distinction.

In misery's darkest cavern known, His useful care was ever nigh Where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan, And lonely want retir'd to die.

It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.

...and the most intense desire gave force to her passionate words as the girl glanced despairingly about the dreary room like a caged creature on the point of breaking loose.

To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!

The origin of sorrow is this: to wish for something that does not come to pass.

The act of longing for something will always be more intense than the requiting of it.

For death is not the worst, but when one wants to die and is not able even to have that.

In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality.