“All hope abandon, ye who enter here.”
“The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain.”
“L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.”
“The devil is not as black as he is painted.”
“Through me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for aye.
Justice the founder of my fabric moved:
To rear me was the task of power divine,
Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.
Before me things create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I shall endure.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here.”
“O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?”
“Consider your origin. You were not formed to live like brutes but to follow virtue and knowledge.”
“Into the eternal darkness, into fire and into ice. ”
“The man who lies asleep will never waken fame, and his desire and all his life drift past him like a dream, and the traces of his memory fade from time like smoke in air, or ripples on a stream.”
“The day that man allows true love to appear, those things which are well made will fall into cofusion and will overturn everything we believe to be right and true.”
“There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery”
“Lost are we, and are only so far punished,
That without hope we live on in desire.”
“Midway upon the journey of our life, I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightforward pathway had been lost.”
“For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.”
“أحلك الاماكن في الجحيم هي لأولئك الذين يحافظون على حيادهم في الأزمات الأخلاقيه”
“Nessun maggior dolore
che ricordarsi del tempo felice
“I did not die, and yet I lost life’s breath”
“Segui il tuo corso et lascia dir les genti
(Follow your road and let the people say)”
“The mind which is created quick to love, is responsive to everything that is pleasing, soon as by pleasure it is awakened into activity. Your apprehensive faculty draws an impression from a real object, and unfolds it within you, so that it makes the mind turn thereto. And if, being turned, it inclines towards it, that inclination is love; that is nature, which through pleasure is bound anew within you.”
“In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost. Ah, how hard a thing it is to tell what a wild, and rough, and stubborn wood this was, which in my thought renews the fear!”
“لقد طردتهم السماء كي لايَنقٌص جمالها , ولا تقبلهم الجحيمُ العميقة حتى لا يُحرِزَ الآثمون عليهم بعض الفخر..!”
“Those ancients who in poetry presented
the golden age, who sang its happy state,
perhaps, in their Parnassus, dreamt this place.
Here, mankind's root was innocent; and here
were every fruit and never-ending spring;
these streams--the nectar of which poets sing.”
“I found myself within a forest dark,”
“فقط كنت مُثقلاً بالنوم في اللحظة التى حِدتُ فيها عن طريق الصواب...”
“There, pride, avarice, and envy are the tongues men know and heed, a Babel of depsair”
“If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought.”
“As the geometer intently seeks
to square the circle, but he cannot reach, through thought on thought, the principle he needs, so I searched that strange sight.”
“Oh blind, oh ignorant, self-seeking cupidity whcih spurs as so in the short mortal life and steeps as through all eternity.”
“I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightfoward pathway had been lost. Ah me! How hard a thing is to say, what was this forest savage, rough, and stern, which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more...”
“Love, that exempts no one beloved from loving, seized me with pleasure of this man so strongly, that, as thou seest, it doth not yet desert me.”
“Wandering back into the bedroom, my gaze immediately strayed to the large bed along the wall and the lump beneath the covers. Pale light streamed through the half-open curtains, settling around the still-sleeping form of a Winter sidhe. Or a former Winter sidhe. Pausing in the doorframe, I took advantage of the serene moment just to watch him, a tiny flutter going through my stomach. Sometimes, it was still hard to believe that he was here, that this wasn’t a dream or a mirage or a figment of my imagination. That he was mine forever: my husband, my knight.
My faery with a soul.
He lay on his stomach, arms beneath the pillow, breathing peacefully, his dark hair falling over his eyes. The covers had slipped off his lean, muscular shoulders, and the early morning rays caressed his pale skin. Normally, I didn’t get to watch him sleep; he was usually up before me, in the courtyard sparring with Glitch or just prowling the halls of the castle. In the early days of our marriage, especially, I’d wake up in the middle of the night to find him gone, the hyper-awareness of his warrior days making it impossible for him to stay in one place, even to sleep. He’d grown up in the Unseelie Court, where you had to watch your back every second of every day, and centuries of fey survival could not be forgotten so easily. That paranoia would never really fade, but he was gradually starting to relax now, to the point where sometimes, though not often, I would wake with him still beside me, his arm curled around my waist.
And given how rare it was, to see him truly unguarded and at ease, I hated to disturb him. But I walked across the room to the side of the bed and gently touched his shoulder.
He was awake in an instant, silver eyes cracking open to meet mine, never failing to take my breath away. “Hey,” I greeted, smiling. “Sorry to wake you, but we have to be somewhere soon, remember?”
“What is new in your fight is the fact that it was initiated, fed, and sustained by students.”
“I've been hit on plenty of times, mostly by men with little finesse who thought what was between their legs made up for what they lacked between their ears.”
“The weather was crisp and had a bite to it, not like a grizzly bear mind you, more like a pissed off weasel.”
“So I've been thinking. Do you believe there's a hell?"
"Sure. Doesn't everybody?"
"Well, what if this is hell, but we just don't know it?"
"That's crazy. Hell is like lakes of fire, and there are devils with horns and pitchforks. here's none of those around here."
"But what if hell's not really like that?" Grace asked.
"Everyone says it's that way," I said.
"I don't think Jesus every talked about fire and brimstone."
"Then why do they teach us that at church?"
"To scare us."
"Why would they want to scare us?"
"I don't know. I just don't think God wants us to do good things because we're scared. I think he wants us to do good things because we're good.”
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