Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us. — Petrarch Before death Copy Share Image
Death had his grudge against me, and he got up in the way, like an armed robber, with a pike in his… — Petrarch Death Copy Share Image
And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt, Left here without the light I loved so much, In a great tempest… — Petrarch Contempt Copy Share Image
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness. — Petrarch Anger Copy Share Image
I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world. — Petrarch Angel Copy Share Image
Oh, may she deign to stand atmy bedside When I come to die; and may she call to me And draw me… — Petrarch Bedside Copy Share Image
How difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance. — Petrarch Bark Copy Share Image
Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe. — Petrarch Absence Copy Share Image
Man has no greater enemy than himself. I have acted contrary to my sentiments and inclination; throughout our whole lives we do… — Petrarch Contrary Copy Share Image
“Yet have I oft been beaten in the field, And sometimes hurt," said I, "but scorn'd to yield." He smiled and said:… — Petrarch Hurt Copy Share Image
The time will come when every change shall cease, This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace: No summer then shall glow,… — Petrarch Cease Copy Share Image
“Neither exhortations to virtue nor the argument of approaching death should divert us from literature; for in a good mind it excites… — Petrarch Approaching death Copy Share Image
Where are the numerous constructions erected by Agrippa, of which only the Pantheon remains? Where are the splendorous palaces of the emperors? — Petrarch Construction Copy Share Image
Alack our life, so beautiful to see, With how much ease life losest, in a day, What many years with pain and… — Petrarch Beautiful Copy Share Image
I would have preferred to have been born in any other time than our own. — Petrarch Birth Copy Share Image
Go, grieving rimes of mine, tothat hard stone Whereunder lies my darling, lies my dear, And cry to her to speak from… — Petrarch Great saying by great authors Copy Share Image
“[He who can describe how his heart is ablaze is burning on a small pyre] ~ Petrarch, Sonnet 137 (from Montaigne, On sadness)” — Petrarch Essays Copy Share Image