111 Quotes About Dante

I raised an eyebrow. "You know, you're really good at compliments. Actually, it's surprising that a person with charm like yours has any enemies." The words came out before I could stop them. At this rate I would never be able to ask him about Benjamin Gallow, and it didn't help that every time he looked at me I wanted to melt."So, you think I'm charming?" Dante countered, mocking me. "Is that why you keep staring at me?""Alarming, not charming. And no, I'm just curious.

There are three principles to remember if you are to teach a human being anything, and they are consistency, consistency, consistency.They are such fragile creatures to begin with, with poor eyes, poorer hearing, and no sense of smell left to speak of, it's no wonder they are made of fear. Some centuries ago they moved inside and with that move went nine-tenths of their intuition. It is almost unmerciful to make them live so long when they spend their lives in so much pain.

Dianzi, ne l’alba che procede al giorno,quando l’anima tua dentro dormia

Griff held his breath while Dante's hand slid against the side of his soft bulge. He tried to remember that they were just two friends joking around on the corner in Brooklyn.(...) "Yeah. I coulda…you don't have to play undersea treasure hunt in my damn pants.""Gotta watch out for that electric eel." Dante closed his hand over the ring and winked and pulled his fist out.

What's so dangerous about my arms?' he murmured.'For me, everything.

Why aren’t you dressed like a leopard with butterfly wings, or a unicorn?” A sliver of a grin. “Not even Legend could make me dress like a unicorn.” “But unicorns are magical, and then all the ladies would want to pet you.

Nothing about him was soft. His chest felt like a block of marble and yet she could have closed her eyes, curled up against him, and gone to sleep forever.

Virgil, ești tu? Fântâna ești, al căriitorent - îi zisei cu rușine-acum-bogat pornit-a fluviul cuvântării?tu marea faclă-n veci pe-al artei drum!deci fie-mi de-ajutor iubirea vieși studiul lung în dulcele-ți volum.Părinte-mi ești, maestru-mi ești tu mie,tu singur ești acel ce-a dat o viațăfrumosului meu stil ce-mi e mândrie.

Maybe everyone loves differently. Maybe that’s all that matters