Kristin

“No greater grief than to remember days
Of joy, when misery is at hand. That kens
Thy learn’d instructor. Yet so eagerly 120
If thou art bent to know the primal root,
From whence our love gat being, I will do
As one, who weeps and tells his tale. One day,
For our delight we read of Lancelot, 4
How him love thrall’d. Alone we were, and no 125
Suspicion near us. Oft-times by that reading
Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue
Fled from our alter’d cheek. But at one point
Alone we fell. When of that smile we read,
The wished smile so raptorously kiss’d 130
By one so deep in love, then he, who ne’er
From me shall separate, at once my lips
All trembling kiss’d. The book and writer both
Were love’s purveyors. In its leaves that day
We read no more.”
― Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy: Inferno - Purgatorio - Paradiso

“but what if God have seen,
And death ensue? then I shall be no more,
And Adam wedded to another Eve,
Shall live with her enjoying, I extinct;
A death to think. Confirmed then I resolve,
Adam shall share with me in bliss or woe:
So dear I love him, that with him all deaths
I could endure, without him live no life.”
― John Milton, Paradise Lost

“How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these
So wither'd and so wild in their attire, that look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught
That man may question?

The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd?
Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted
As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd!”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“Og Sigurd
som skjenket ravnen,
Odins svane,
blodig øl,
mistet livet;
landets herre
ødela ham
ved Oglo.
Gullets øder,
den uredde,
livet lot
i luende ild,
da landkongene
brøt sitt løfte,
sveik i trygd
Tys ætling.”
― Snorri Sturluson