Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it. Petrarch More Quotes by Petrarch More Quotes From Petrarch Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief Petrarch argumentgrief For virtue only finds eternal Fame. Petrarch eternalvirtuefame Reality is always the foe of famous names. Petrarch foenamesreality Often on earth the gentlest heart is fain To feed and banquet on another's woe. Petrarch woeearthheart To begin with myself, then, the utterances of men concerning me will differ widely, since in passing judgment almost every one is influenced not so much by truth as by preference, and good and evil report alike know no bounds. Petrarch utteranceevilmen How quick the old woe follows a little bliss! Petrarch blisswoelittles I have friends whose society is delightful to me; they are persons of all countries and of all ages; distinguished in war, in council, and in letters; easy to live with, always at my command. Petrarch warcountrybook I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world. Petrarch trackangelheaven Where are the numerous constructions erected by Agrippa, of which only the Pantheon remains? Where are the splendorous palaces of the emperors? Petrarch pantheonconstructionpalaces Life in itself is short enough, but the physicians with their art, know to their amusement, how to make it still shorter. Petrarch amusementphysiciansart My flowery and green age was passing away, and I feeling a chill in Petrarch drawingheartdeath Hope is incredible to the slave of grief. Petrarch incrediblessorrowgrief An equal doom clipp'd Time's blest wings of peace. Petrarch equalwingspeace While life is in your body, you have the rein of all thoughts in your hands. Petrarch bodylife-ishands For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay. Petrarch comfortdeathneeds I had got this far, and was thinking of what to say next, and as my habit is, I was pricking the paper idly with my pen. And I thought how, between one dip of the pen and the next, time goes on, and I hurry, drive myself, and speed toward death. We are always dying. I while I write, you while you read, and others while they listen or stop their ears, they are all dying. Petrarch dyingwritingthinking For style beyond the genius never dares. Petrarch darestylegenius From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world's well beaten ways. Petrarch mountain-peakshikingjourney Go, grieving rimes of mine, to that hard stone Petrarch griefgrievinglying Books never pall on me. They discourse with us, they take counsel with us, and are united to us by a certain living chatty familiarity. And not only does each book inspire the sense that it belongs to its readers, but it also suggests the name of others, and one begets the desire of the other. Petrarch nameslifebook
