Michelangelo Quotes

Italian artist and architect (1475-1564)

Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni (March 6, 1475 – February 18, 1564), commonly known as Michelangelo, was an Italian sculptor, painter, architect, poet, and engineer of the High Renaissance who exerted an unparalleled influence on the development of Western art.

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Alternative Names: Michael Agnolo • Michael Angel • Michael Angelo Bonalotti • Michael Angelo Bonnarotti • Michael Angelo Buona Rota • Michael Angelo Buona Roti • Michael Angelo Buonarota • Michael Angelo Buonaroti • Michael Angelo Buonarotti • Michael Angelo de Bonarotti • Michael Angelo di Buonarotti • Michael Anglelo • Michaelangelo • Micheangiolo Buonarroti • Michel Agnolo • Michel Ange Bonaroti • Michel Ange Bonarotte • Michel Ange Buonaroti • Michel Angel de Bonarrotta • Michel Angelo Bonarota • Michel Angelo Bonaroti • Michel Angelo Bonarotti • Michel Angelo Bonarroti • Michel Angelo Bouonarota • Michel Angelo Buona Rota • Michel Angelo Buonarota • Michel Angelo Buonaroti • Michel Angelo Buonarotti • Michel Angelo Buonarrota • Michel Angelo Buonarroti • Michel Angelo de Bonarota • Michel Angiello • Michel Angiello Bonarota • Michel Angiolo • Michel Aniol • Michel Langano Bonorath • Michel'Angelo • Michel'Angelo Bona Ruota • Michel'Angelo Bonarota • Michel'Angelo Bonaroti • Michel'Angelo Buonarota • Michel'angelo Buonarroti • Michel'Angiolo • Michel'Angiolo Buonarroti • Michel-Ange Buanaroti • Michel-Ange Buonarota • Michel-Ange Buonaroti • Michel-Ange Buonarotti • Michel-Ange de Buonaroto • Michel-Ange de Buonarotti • Michel-Ange de Buonarroti • Michel-Angelo Bonaruoti • Michelagniolo Buonarroti • Michelagniolo di Lodovico de Lionardo di Buonarroto Simoni • Michelagniolo di Lodovico di Lionardo di Buonarroto Simoni • Michelagnolo • Michelagnolo Buonarotti • Michelagnolo Buonarruoti • Michelagnolo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni • Michelange Bonaroti • Michelangelo Bonarota • Michelangelo Bonaroti • Michelangelo Bonarrota • Michelangelo Bonarroti • Michelangelo Bonorotti • Michelangelo Buonarota • Michelangelo Buonaroti • Michelangelo Buonarotta • Michelangelo Buonarotti • Michelangelo Buonarrota • Michelangelo Buonarroti • Michelangelo Buonnaroti • Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni • Michelangelo di Lodovico di Lionardo di Buonarroto Simoni • Michelangelo di Ludovico Buonarroti • Michelangiolo • Michelangiolo Bonarroti • Michelangiolo Buona Rota • Michelangiolo Buonarota • Michelangiolo Buonaroti • Michelangiolo Buonarroti • Michele Angelo Bonarota • Michele Angelo Bonarroti • Michele Angelo Buonarota • Micheleangelo Buonarota • Michiel Angelo • Michiel Angelo Bonaroti • Michiel Angelo Bonarotti

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I live in sin, to kill myself I live; no longer my life my own, but sin's; my good is given to me by heaven, my evil by myself, by my free will, of which I am deprived.

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.

I've finished that chapel I was painting. The Pope is quite satisfied.

If you knew how much work went into it, you would not call it genius.

Recollect that trifles make perfection, and that perfection is no trifle.

Translation: That fount of mercy, whence we all exist, Every beauty seen here [on earth] resembles, More than anything else to knowing persons;

A quel pietoso fonte, onde siam tutti, S'assembra ogni beltà che qua si vede, Più c'altra cosa alle persone accorte;

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.

Your lordship, only worldly light in this age of ours, you can never be pleased with another man's work for there is no man who resembles you, nor one to equal you … It grieves me greatly that I cannot recapture my past, so as to longer be at your service. As it is, I can only offer you my future, which is short, for I am too old … That is all I have to say. Read my heart for "the quill cannot express good will."