Quotes About Inferno

It had nothing to do with me, but I couldn't help wondering what it would be like, being burned alive all along your nerves. I thought it must be the worst thing in the world.

Le Monde gives her name, but refrains from saying that Catherine was related to Christian Dior. The New Yorker article does not refer to Catherine at all; neither does The Times of London, which described the scenes that had been portrayed in court as having taken on 'the aspect of an inferno such as that conjured up by Dante'.

Si el infierno es la Historia, el paraíso es la vida.

That which Dante saw written on the door of the inferno must be written in a different sense also at the entrance to philosophy: "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here." Those who look for true philosophy must be bereft of all hope, all desire, all longing. They must not wish for anything, not know anything, must feel completely bare and impoverished.

Since then, of course, I have discovered what every madman in Paris discovers sooner of later; that there are no ready made infernos for the tormented.

Welcome to Hell. Here's your accordion.

Whatever story you're telling, it will be more interesting if, at the end you add, "and then everything burst into flames.

L'inferno è un'idea nata originariamente da un pasticcio di mele mal digerito e da allora perpetuata attraverso le dispepsie ereditarie prodotte dai Ramadan.

If love is a flame, I am an inferno...

Infernul e sus, a?a cum ?ti?i. Raiul e ?i mai sus, dar el nu m? intereseaz?.

The sun's a mattress fire her God died in.

A man who has not passed through the inferno of his passions has never overcome them.

In this way I make amends for the lack of a positive act by the clear knowledge of my incompetence. A man who has not passed through the inferno of his passions has never overcome them. They then dwell in the house next door, and at any moment a flame may dart out and set fire to his own house. Whenever we give up, leave behind, and forget too much, there is always the danger that the things we have neglected will return with added force.

A man who has not passed through the inferno of his passions has never overcome them. They then dwell in the house next door, and at any moment a flame may dart out and set fire to his own house. Whenever we give up, leave behind, and forget too much, there is always the danger that the things we have neglected will return with added force.

A man who has not passed through the inferno of his passions has never overcome them. As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.

If my tiny studio apartment in Santa Monica were, heaven forbid, to go up in a blazing inferno, the one thing I would rush back inside to save would be my favorite pair of strappy silver slingbacks.

but it was love in an inferno: that terrible relentless withholding of forgiveness.

The conversation in the Old Brompton Road was more like an experience of the inferno, but lovers are accustomed to fire.

The Dantean conceptions of Inferno were childish and unworthy of the divine imagination: fire and torture. Boredom is much more subtle. The inner torture of a mind unable to escape itself in any way, condemned to fester in its own exuding mental pus for all time, is much more fitting.

Connor said when they entered the building immediately after the fire, they felt like they'd died and gone to see if Dante knew what he was writing about.

Your stylist turned out to be prophetic in his wardrobe choice. Katniss Everdeen, the girl who was on fire, you have provided a spark that, left unattended, may grow to an inferno that destroys Panem.

His eyes were twin flakes of ember floating into the night from a roaring inferno. "I won't let anything happen to you. No matter what I have to do, I will keep you safe.

Serafina may think I'm a crazy person, but I'm not. She has her scars, too—and not only the ones I saw when she turned her head and her hair fell aside. We are both living out our lives in a Purgatorio. The difference? I arrived from the Paradiso, once young and married and so in love. But Serafina, she who was born alone in a fever dream of fire? She whose very skin is a tapestry of loss? Serafina, of course, arrived from the Inferno.

But that might be unfair. It is hard not to notice how much more attention is given to hell rather than heaven. Dante's Inferno beats out Paradisio every time. Milton's brilliantly rendered pre-paradise world, known as Chaos, is far more fully realized than his Paradise. The visionary language of the doomed reaches heights of linguistic ardor with which language of the blessed and saved cannot compete.