Quotes by Antonio Porchia
You are sad because they abandon you and you have not fallen.
Porchia, Antonio
My father, when he went, made my childhood a gift of a half a century.
Porchia, Antonio
You are fastened to them and cannot understand how, because they are not fastened to you.
Porchia, Antonio
Sometimes at night I light a lamp so as not to see.
Porchia, Antonio
What words say does not last. The words last. Because words are always the same, and what they say is never the same.
Porchia, Antonio
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
Porchia, Antonio
They will say that you are on the wrong road, if it is your own.
Porchia, Antonio
Following straight lines shortens distances, and also life.
Porchia, Antonio
Whatever I take, I take too much or too little; I do not take the exact amount. The exact amount is no use to me.
Porchia, Antonio
A hundred men together are the hundredth part of a man.
Porchia, Antonio
If those who owe us nothing gave us nothing, how poor we would be.
Porchia, Antonio
Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.
Porchia, Antonio
Before I travelled my road I was my road.
Porchia, Antonio
Not believing has a sickness which is believing a little.
Porchia, Antonio
Out of a hundred years a few minutes were made that stayed with me, not a hundred years.
Porchia, Antonio
He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong.
Porchia, Antonio
When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.
Porchia, Antonio
He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.
Porchia, Antonio
Nothing that is complete breathes.
Porchia, Antonio
Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.
Porchia, Antonio
Not using faults does not mean that one does not have them.
Porchia, Antonio
When I believe in nothing I do not want to meet you when you believe in nothing.
Porchia, Antonio
He who makes a paradise of his bread makes a hell of his hunger.
Porchia, Antonio
God has given a great deal to man, but man would like something from man.
Porchia, Antonio
You think you are killing me. I think you are committing suicide.
Porchia, Antonio
He who does not know how to believe, should not know.
Porchia, Antonio
I believe that the soul consists of its sufferings. For the soul that cures its own sufferings dies.
Porchia, Antonio
Those who gave away their wings are sad not to see them fly.
Porchia, Antonio
I would ask something more of this world, if it had something more.
Porchia, Antonio
Night is a world lit by itself.
Porchia, Antonio