Dante describes Beatrice.

“Then my soul, that had passed so long a time since it had felt the crushing glory of her presence, and had trembled, mute with awe, knowing more than my eyes could truly prove, by motion of her secret power, unseen, felt the great might of all its ancient love.” -Dante, Purgatory

endless grace.

“With weeping I surrendered, yielding to Him who pardons willingly. My sins were horrible, but endless grace has arms of generous goodness thrown to wide they take in all who turn to them.” -Dante, Purgatory

know its value.

“And yet I should have dearly liked, I own, to have touched her lips; to have questioned her, that she might have opened them; to have looked upon the lashes of her downcast eyes, and never raised a blush; to have let loose waves of hair, an inch of which would be a keepsake beyond price: in short, I should have liked, I do confess, to have had the lightest license of a child, and yet to have been man enough to know its value.” -Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

a christmas carol

“‘At this time of the rolling year,’ the spectre said, ‘I suffer most. Why did I walk through crowds of fellow-beings with my eyes turned down, and never raise them to that blessed Star which led the Wise Men to a poor abode! Were there no poor homes to which its light would have conducted me?’ Scrooge was very much dismayed to hear the spectre going on at this rate, and began to quake exceedingly.”

I think Charles Dickens is one of the greatest writers who ever lived.

John Knox, reformer of Scotland

“I have never once feared the devil, but I tremble every time I enter the pulpit.”

“I see the battle shall be great for Satan rageth even to the uttermost and I am come, (praise my God) even in the brunt of the battle.”

“As the world is wearie of me so am I of it.”

petrarch

I go my way regretting those past times
I spent in loving something which was mortal
instead of soaring high, since I had wings
that might have taken me to higher levels.

You who see all my shameful, wicked errors,
King of all Heaven, invisible, immortal,
help this frail soul of mine for she has strayed,
and all her emptiness fill up with grace,

so that, having once lived in storms, at war,
I may now die in peace, in port; and if my stay
was vain, at least let my departure count.

Over that little life that still remains to me,
and at my death, deign that your hand be present:
You know You are the only hope I have.