Michelangelo Quotes

If such a gift I truly have been given
And yet, divided, torn, still burn and stray
He is to blame who fashioned me for fire.

Too much good luck no less than misery
May kill a man condemned to mortal pain,
If, lost to hope and chilled in every vein,
A sudden pardon comes to set him free.
Thus thy unwonted kindness shown to me
Amid the gloom where only sad thoughts reign,
With too much rapture bringing light again,
Threatens my life more than that agony.
Good news and bad may bear the self-same knife;
And death may follow both upon their flight;
For hearts that shrink or swell, alike will break.
Let then thy beauty, to preserve my life,
Temper the source of this supreme delight,
Lest joy so poignant slay a soul so weak.

Iar razbunarea e aceasta: intrucat noi l-am ucis pe el, el asa mort cum este ne-a luat lumina si cu ochii inchisi i-a inchis pe-ai nostri, care nu mai stralucesc deasupra pamantului.

Don't trouble yourself. God didn't make us to abandon us.

Self-negation is noble, self-culture is beneficent, self-possession is manly, but to the truly great and inspiring soul they are poor and tame compared to self-abuse.

The greatest artist does not have any concept
Which a single piece of marble does not itself contain
Within its excess, though only
A hand that obeys the intellect can discover it.

Draw, Antonio; draw, Antonio; draw and don’t waste time.

The best of artists hath no art to show,
Which the rough stone in its superfluous shell doth not include,
To break the marble spell, is all the hand that serves the brain can do.

I was never the kind of painter or sculptor who kept a shop.

Ancora Imparo

(Yet I am learning)

I created a vision of David in my mind and simply carved away everything that was not David.

Caro m'è 'l sonno, e più l'esser di sasso,
mentre che 'l danno e la vergogna dura;
non veder, non sentir m'è gran ventura;
però non mi destar, deh, parla basso.

The greatest danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it, but that it is too low and we reach it.

So now, from this mad passion
Which made me take art for an idol and a king
I have learnt the burden of error that it bore
And what misfortune springs from man's desire...
The world's frivolities have robbed me of the time
That I was given for reflecting upon God.

AS YOU GIVE OUT SO SHALL YOU RECEIVE.