Dante Alighieri
Step into this experience with butterflies in your bones; with a nervous feeling so beautiful, you And to a place I come where nothing shines. — Dante Alighieri, Inferno, The Divine Comedy (1320)
Category: Italian Culture
Dante Alighieri
Midway upon the journey of our life,I found myself within a forest dark,For the straight foreward pathway had been lost. — Dante Alighieri, Inferno, the Divine Comedy (1320)
Luigi Pirandello
You know what you are for me. The torment of imagining you far away-among other people who can have the joy of seeing you, talking to you, being near you while I am here without life because I can neither see you nor talk with you, nor be near you-can be mitigated only by the… Continue reading Luigi Pirandello
Elena Ferrante
To write you have to want something to survive you. ― Elena Ferrante, The Story of the Lost Child (Europa Editions; 1st Edition, September 1, 2015)
Primo Levi
I will tell just one more story, the most secret, and I will tell it with the humility and restraint of him who knows from the start that his theme is desperate, his means feeble, and the trade of clothing facts in words is bound by its very nature to fail. It is again among… Continue reading Primo Levi
Giorgio Agamben
Remembrance restores possibility to the past, making what happened incomplete and completing what never was. Remembrance is neither what happened nor what did not happen but, rather, their potentialization, their becoming possible once again. ― Giorgio Agamben, Potentialities: Collected Essays in Philosophy. (Stanford University Press; 1 edition January 1, 2000)
Franco Santoro
Aloneness and all-oneness is our authentic nature. We are always alone and all-one. We came into this planet alone and all-one. We will leave alone and all-one. And also during our whole staying in this world, no matter how we engage in relationships, we continue to be alone and all-one, though we may forget about… Continue reading Franco Santoro
Francis of Assisi
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace:where there is hatred, let me sow love;where there is injury, pardon;where there is doubt, faith;where there is despair, hope;where there is darkness, light;where there is sadness, joy. O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seekto be consoled as to console,to be understood as to… Continue reading Francis of Assisi
Umberto Eco
There is nothing in the world, neither man nor Devil nor any thing, that I hold as suspect as love, for it penetrates the soul more than any other thing. Nothing exists that so fills and binds the heart as love does. — Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose. (Everyman’s Library; First Edition edition… Continue reading Umberto Eco
Antonella Anedda
This is my understanding of writing: to write in order to disappear, so that life is revealed to me, without me, my face at last more blurred than the whiteness of the paper, bereft of reflection. A world where one can forget oneself. Not a mirror, but a stone. — Antonella Anedda
The Vale of Soul-Making 