Francesco Petrarca Love Quotes

I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.

Sweet is the death that taketh end by love.

loving friendship is able to endure everything; it refuses no burden.

Everything else, every thought, goes fore and forever fades away into the recesses of time, and therein what remains is my soul's love for you.

Among the many subjects which interested me, I dwelt especially upon antiquity, for our own age has always repelled me, so that, had it not been for the love of those dear to me, I should have preferred to place myself in spirit in other ages, and consequently I delighted in history.

There cannot be a heart so hard that weeping, praying and loving sometime will not move, nor yet a will so cold it cannot burn.

I have not seen you, lady, leave off your veil in sun or shadow, since you knew that great desire in myself that all other wishes in the heart desert me. While I held the lovely thoughts concealed, that make the mind desire death, I saw your face adorned with pity: but when Love made you wary of me, then blonde hair was veiled, and loving glances gathered to themselves. That which I most desired in you is taken from me: the veil so governs me that to my death, and by heat and cold, the sweet light of your lovely eyes is shadowed.

The same way she, who is a sun herself, turns her sweet eyes upon me and stirs up the thoughts and words and deeds that deal with love: but any way she rules or governs them, spring still can never happen in my heart.

While I'm lamenting, every now and then, a doubt arrives to torment me and haunt me: how can these limbs survive without their spirit? Love has an answer, though: "Don't you recall? This is the privilege reserved for lovers, released from all their human qualities.

For everything I've suffered, all for love, and will still suffer till she heals my heart, that one who wounded him, a rebel to all mercy, who still can make him yearn, there shall be vengeance; that's if pride and anger don't act to lock humility from showing that lovely way that leads to her.

When now and then among the other ladies, Love makes his home within her charming face, the ways in which each one can't match her beauty renew desire, and my passion thrives.

Since speaking of her eyes calls up the passion in me, and nothing else I do affects me quite so deeply, I must visit often where my sorrow wells up and overflows its boundaries, and thus my eyes are punished with my heart, because they led me on the road to love.