Torquato Tasso Quotes

Love is when you don't have to be with another person to touch their heart!

Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing.

As shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.

True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does.

Any time not spent on love is wasted.

The day of fortune is like a harvest day, We must be busy when the corn is ripe.

Grave was the man in years, in looks, in word, his locks were grey, yet was his courage green.

Fortune rarely accompanies anyone to the door.

None merits the name of Creator but God and the poet.

Perhaps if only once you did enjoy The thousandth part of all the happiness A heart beloved enjoys, returning love, Repentant, you would surely sighing say, “All time is truly lost and gone Which is not spent in serving love.”

Lost is the time that you don't spend for love.

O happy, golden age! Not for that rivers ran With streams of milk, and honey dropped from trees

They make their fortune who are stout and wise, Wit rules the heavens, discretion guides the skies. [Lat., Che sovente addivien che'l saggio e'l forte. Fabro a se stesso e di beata sorte.]

It is the fortunate who should extol fortune.

Women have tongues of craft, and hearts of guile, They will, they will not; fools that on them trust; For in their speech is death, hell in their smile. [It., Femmina e cosa garrula e fallace: Vuole e disvuole, e folle uom chi sen fida, Si tra se volge.]

A fool is he that comes to preach or prate, When men with swords their right and wrong debate. [It., Chi conta i colpi e la dovuta offesa, Mentr' arde la tenzon, misura e pesa?]

He, full of bashfulness and truth, loved much, hoped little, and desired naught.

O subtle love! a thousand wiles thou hast, by humble suit, by service, or by hire, to win a maiden's hold,--a thing soon done, for nature framed all women to be won.

Virtue's guard is labor; ease, her sleep.

Then amongst flowers and springs, Making delightful sport, Sat lovers without conflict, without flame

A friend giveth sympathy in trouble.

Not for no cold did freeze, Nor any cloud beguile Th'eternal flowering spring

Horror itself in that fair scene looks gay, And joy springs up e'en in the midst of fear. [It., Bello in si bella vista anco e l'orrore, E di mezzo la tema esce il diletto.]

For when last need to desperation driveth, Who dareth most he wiseth counsel giveth. [It., Che spesso avvien che ne' maggior perigli Son piu audaci gli ottimi consigli.]