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 Mere elegance of language can produce at best but an empty renown. Petrarch elegance style language When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified. Petrarch died poet cat And tears are heard within the harp I touch. Petrarch harps tears heard True, we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. There is always some madness in love, but there is also always some reason in madness. Petrarch true love-life love life
