I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself. Petrarch More Quotes by Petrarch More Quotes From Petrarch Suspicion is the cancer of friendship. Petrarch cancer-survivor cancer friendship 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. Petrarch undone men enemy The aged love what is practical while impetuous youth longs only for what is dazzling. Petrarch individualism youth love If a hundred or a thousand people, all of the same Petrarch recovery doctors people I rejoiced in my progress, mourned my weaknesses, and commiserated the universal instability of human conduct. Petrarch progress weakness humans A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires. Petrarch cutting desire inspirational The end of doubt is the beginning of repose. Petrarch repose ends doubt Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness. Petrarch bitterness doe sweet Ruthless striving, overcomes everything. Petrarch ruthless strive overcoming Books have led some to learning and others to madness. Petrarch madness book Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure. Petrarch disgusting cures mother Who naught suspects is easily deceived. Petrarch suspects deceived Great errors seldom originate but with men of great minds. Petrarch errors mind men 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. Petrarch climbing mountain earth Often have I wondered with much curiosity as to our coming into this world and what will follow our departure. Petrarch departure curiosity world Books come at my call and return when I desire them; they are never out of humor and they answer all my questions with readiness. Some present in review before me the events of past ages; others reveal to me the secrets of Nature. These teach me how to live, and those how to die; these dispel my melancholy by their mirth, and amuse me by their sallies of wit. Some there are who prepare my soul to suffer everything, to desire nothing, and to become thoroughly acquainted with itself. In a word, they open the door to all the arts and sciences. Petrarch book past art Whyle I was abowte to chaunge myn olde lyff-- Petrarch care suffering men Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it. Petrarch enough long I know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst pursue. Petrarch worst and-love goodness To be able to say how much love, is love but little. Petrarch able littles love
