Michelangelo Quotes About Heaven

Quotes about: Heaven

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

  Michelangelo

  Inspirational, Beauty, Heaven

• Led by long years to my last hours, too late, O world, I know your joys for what they are. You promise a peace which is not yours to give and the repose that dies before it is born. The years of fear and shame to which Heaven now set a term, renew nothing in me but the old sweet error in which, living overlong a man kills his soul with no gain to his body. I say and I know having put it to the proof, that he has the better part in Heaven whose death falls nearest his birth.

  Michelangelo

  Death, Sweet, Fall

• Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.

  Michelangelo

  Love, Inspiration, Men

• Souls will never ascend to Heaven until the sight of beauty lifts them there.

  Michelangelo

  Sight, Heaven, Soul

• 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.

  Michelangelo

  Artist, Evil, Heaven

• Heaven-born, the soul a heavenward course must hold; beyond the world she soars; the wise man, I affirm, can find no rest in that which perishes, nor will he lend his heart to ought that doth time depend

  Michelangelo

  Wise, Heart, Men

• There is no tongue to speak his eulogy;
  Too brightly burned his splendour for our eyes:
  Far easier to condemn his injurers,
  Than for the tongue to reach his smallest worth.
  He to the realms of sinfulness came down,
  To teach mankind; ascending then to God,
  Heaven unbarred to him her lofty gates,
  To whom his country hers refused to ope.
  Ungrateful land, to its own injury
  Nurse of his fate! Well too does this instruct,
  That greatest ills fall to the perfectest.
  And 'midst a thousand proofs, let this suffice,
  That, as his exile had no parallel,
  So never was there man more great than he.

  Michelangelo

  Country, Fall, Eye

  "Michael Angelo, considered as a philosophic poet".

• My beard towards heaven, I feel my nape support / The back of my head, I grow the breast of a harpy / And my brush as it drips continually / Upon my face, makes it a gorgeous floor.

  Michelangelo

  Support, Heaven, Beard

• Love lent me wings; my path was like a stair;
  A lamp unto my feet, that sun was given;
  And death was safety and great joy to find;
  But dying now, I shall not climb to Heaven.

  Michelangelo

  Wings, Feet, Safety

  Michelangelo Buonarroti, Tommaso Campanella (1878). “The Sonnets of Michael Angelo Buonarroti and Tommaso Campanella”

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