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My bits of time play with eternity.

Antonio Porchia

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Antonio Porchia
Age: 81 †
Born: 1886
Born: November 25
Died: 1968
Died: November 6
Aphorist
Poet
Writer
Eternity
Bits
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Time

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When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.
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My truths do not last long in me. Not as long as those that are not mine.
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Not believing has a sickness which is believing a little.
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He who tells the truth says almost nothing.
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We tear life out of life to use it for looking at itself.
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I believe that the soul consists of its sufferings. For the soul that cures its own sufferings dies.
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My poverty is not complete: it lacks me.
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A hundred men together are the hundredth part of a man.
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Sometimes at night I light a lamp so as not to see.
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I keep my hands empty for the sake of what I have had in them.
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Everything that I bear within me bound, is to be found somewhere else free.
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Man, when he is merely what he seems to be, is almost nothing.
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Almost always it is the fear of being ourselves that brings us to the mirror.
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You know so much about me and yet you don't understand me. To know is not to understand. We could know everything and still not understand anything.
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If you do not raise your eyes you will think that you are the highest point.
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Man goes nowhere, everything comes to man like tomorrow.
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The shadows: some hide, others reveal.
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Human suffering, while it is asleep, is shapeless. If it is wakened it takes the form of the waker.
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You are fastened to them and cannot understand how, because they are not fastened to you.
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Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
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