Michelangelo Quotes

По-голямата опасност за мнозина от нас не е, че целта ни е твърде висока и се проваляме, а че е твърде ниска и я постигаме.

Is it any wonder, since, when near the fire,
I was melted and burned, if now that it's extinguished
outside me, it besets and consumes me inside,
and bit by bit reduces me to ashes?

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.

AS YOU GIVE OUT SO SHALL YOU RECEIVE.

As when, O lady mine,
With chiseled touch
The stone unhewn and cold
Becomes a living mold,
The more the marble wastes,
The more the statue grows.

Ancora Imparo

(Yet I am learning)

It is necessary to keep one's compass in one's eyes and not in the hand, for the hands execute, but the eye judges.

My soul can find no staircase to Heaven unless it be through Earth's loveliness.

Cruzimea n-are rost unde-i iubire si nici puterea unde-i umilinta; blandetea-nvinge orice-mpotrivire, ca veseli orice suferinta.

I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.

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.

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.

O night, O sweetest time, though black of hue,
with peace you force all the restless work to end;
those who exalt you see and understand,
and he is sound of mind who honours you.
You cut the thread of tired thoughts, for so
you offer calm in your moist shade; you send
to this low sphere the dreams where we ascend
up to the highest, where I long to go.
Shadow of death that brings to quiet close
all miseries that plague the heart and soul,
for those in pain the last and best of cures;
you heal the flesh of its infirmities,
dry and our tears and shut away our toil,
and free the good from wrath and fretting cares.

Pe-o mare bântuită de furtună...

Pe-o mare bântuită de furtună
Viaţa mea sosi cu barca spartă
În portul ce păcatele nu iartă
Şi nu primeşte decât fapta bună.

Văd bine cum greşit-am împreună.
Şi eu şi fantezia mea deşartă
Ce idol şi monarh făcea din artă -
Şi tor omu-şi vrea spre rău - nebună...

Iar azi când merg spre două morţi, din care
De una-s sigur şi mă paşte alta,
Iubirea vană unde mă va duce ?

Nu-mi dă odihnă pensula nici dalta,
Ci doar Acel ce pentru-mbrăţişare
Spre noi desface braţele pe cruce ...

In van! Cand vrei sa cazi, nu iei aminte la bratul care vrea sa te ridice.