Why do you keep staring at me?" I muttered under my breath.
He glanced around to make sure no one was listening and then leaned towards me. His voice was hushed. "You have pen on your face. Here," he said, touching the space by his nose.
"Oh." I felt my face go red as I wiped my cheek with my hand.
"That and you remind me of someone I know. Or once knew. But I can't place who it is."
"I thought you didn't have any friends," I challenged.
Dante smiled. "I don't. Only enemies. Which doesn't bode well for you, considering the fact that you must resemble one of them.
I raised an eyebrow. "You know, you're really good at compliments. Actually, it's surprising that a person with charm like yours has any enemies." The words came out before I could stop them. At this rate I would never be able to ask him about Benjamin Gallow, and it didn't help that every time he looked at me I wanted to melt.
"So, you think I'm charming?" Dante countered, mocking me. "Is that why you keep staring at me?"
"Alarming, not charming. And no, I'm just curious.
The portraits, of more historical than artistic interest, had gone; and tapestry, full of the blue and bronze of peacocks, fell over the doors, and shut out all history and activity untouched with beauty and peace; and now when I looked at my Crevelli and pondered on the rose in the hand of the Virgin, wherein the form was so delicate and precise that it seemed more like a thought than a flower, or at the grey dawn and rapturous faces of my Francesca, I knew all a Christian's ecstasy without his slavery to rule and custom; when I pondered over the antique bronze gods and goddesses, which I had mortgaged my house to buy, I had all a pagan's delight in various beauty and without his terror at sleepless destiny and his labour with many sacrifices; and I had only to go to my bookshelf, where every book was bound in leather, stamped with intricate ornament, and of a carefully chosen colour: Shakespeare in the orange of the glory of the world, Dante in the dull red of his anger, Milton in the blue grey of his formal calm; and I could experience what I would of human passions without their bitterness and without satiety. I had gathered about me all gods because I believed in none, and experienced every pleasure because I gave myself to none, but held myself apart, individual, indissoluble, a mirror of polished steel: I looked in the triumph of this imagination at the birds of Hera, glowing in the firelight as though they were wrought of jewels; and to my mind, for which symbolism was a necessity, they seemed the doorkeepers of my world, shutting out all that was not of as affluent a beauty as their own; and for a moment I thought as I had thought in so many other moments, that it was possible to rob life of every bitterness except the bitterness of death; and then a thought which had followed this thought, time after time, filled me with a passionate sorrow.
W.B. YeatsStichwörter: books shakespeare christianity god death paganism gods dante pagan milton
Dante said, “I tried talking Nora into a ride, but she keeps blowing me off.”
“That’s because she has a hard-A boyfriend. He must have been
homeschooled, because he missed all those valuable lessons we learned in kindergarten, like sharing. He finds out you took Nora for a ride, he’ll wrap this shiny new Porsche around the nearest tree.
Stichwörter: dante nora patch vee jev possessive-baddass-hottie
Virgil, ești tu? Fântâna ești, al cării
torent - îi zisei cu rușine-acum-
bogat pornit-a fluviul cuvântării?
tu marea faclă-n veci pe-al artei drum!
deci fie-mi de-ajutor iubirea vie
și studiul lung în dulcele-ți volum.
Părinte-mi ești, maestru-mi ești tu mie,
tu singur ești acel ce-a dat o viață
frumosului meu stil ce-mi e mândrie.
Stichwörter: dante dante-alighieri infernul
Gonindu-ne-o prin cetăți închise
din loc în loc, va-mpinge-o-n Iad de veci,
de unde-ntâi invidia ne-o trimise.
Spre-a ta scăpare cred și judec deci
să-ți fiu conducător, și te voi scoate
de-aici, făcând prin loc etern să treci,
s-auzi cum urlă desperate gloate,
să vezi și-antice duhuri osândite,
ce-a doua moarte-a lor și-o strigă toate.
Stichwörter: inferno dante dante-alighieri infernul
Și ca și-acel ce nu mai vrea ce-a vrut,
schimbând prin noul gând pe cele-avute,
așa că lasă totul ce-a-nceput,
așa și eu sub poala coastei mute
gândind îmi mistuii întreaga vrere
ce-ntâi, spre-a-ncepe, atât mi-a fost de iute.
-De-ți prind din vorbe bine-a ta durere-
răspunse umbra cea mărinimoasă-
ți-e sufletul curpins de-acea scădere,
ce-abate-ades de ținta sa frumoasă
pe om, astfel (oprind) ca năzărirea
nălucii lui pe-o bestie fricoasă.
Stichwörter: inferno dante dante-alighieri infernul
Precum prin aer pe-aripi nemișcate,
iau două turturele-alături sbor
de-acelaș dor spre cuibul drag purtate,
așa și ei, dintr-al Didonei cor
veneau prin noaptea ce-o frământă vântul;
atât cu ruga-nvinsei vrerea lor.
Stichwörter: inferno dante dante-alighieri divina-comedie
A good hunter did not rush into a den of lions unprepared, and Dante was a very good hunter.
Elizabeth ElliottStichwörter: dante the-dark-knight elizabeth-elliott
There is also the fact that red and gold are my colors,” he went on. “They are the colors on my family’s banners and devices, worn by all Chiavari males when they ride into battle, and worn by their ladies at tournaments or other important occasions. You can imagine my surprise when a lady wearing Chiavari colors fell into my arms inside a drafty castle in England.”
“I doubt the color of my gown was the first thing you noticed,” she teased.
“No, that was not the first thing I noticed.” His voice had gone soft with the memory. The first thing he had noticed was how right she had felt in his arms, the realization that his arms had been empty until that moment when he found what belonged there, who belonged there.
Stichwörter: dante the-dark-knight elizabeth-elliott avalene
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