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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
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Eternity
Bits
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He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.
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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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Beyond my body my veins are invisible.
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Without this ridiculous vanity that takes the form of self-display, and is part of everything and everyone, we would see nothing, and nothing would exist.
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We tear life out of life to use it for looking at itself.
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We become aware of the void as we fill it.
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When I look for my existence I do not look for it in myself.
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Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
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The fear of separation is all that unites.
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No one understands that you have given everything. You must give more.
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Not believing has a sickness which is believing a little.
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Yes, one must suffer, even in vain, so as not to have lived in vain.
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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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If only I could leave everything as it is, without moving a single star or a single cloud. Oh, if only I could!
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Everything that I bear within me bound, is to be found somewhere else free.
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You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.
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My poverty is not complete: it lacks me.
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Man, when he is merely what he seems to be, is almost nothing.
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When your suffering is a little greater than my suffering I feel that I am a little cruel.
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My great day came and went, I do not know how. Because it did not pass through dawn when it came, nor through dusk when it went.
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