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Out of a hundred years a few minutes were made that stayed with me, not a hundred years.
Antonio Porchia
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Antonio Porchia
Age: 81 †
Born: 1886
Born: November 25
Died: 1968
Died: November 6
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The less you think you are, the more you bear. And if you think you are nothing, you bear everything.
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Yes, this is what good is: to forgive evil. There is no other good.
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My poverty is not complete: it lacks me.
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My heaviness comes from the heights.
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The shadows: some hide, others reveal.
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He who goes step by step always finds himself level with a step.
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I love you as you are, but do not tell me how that is.
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I keep my hands empty for the sake of what I have had in them.
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When I die, I will not see myself die, for the first time.
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You think you are killing me. I think you are committing suicide.
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You are sad because they abandon you and you have not fallen.
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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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Humanity does not know where to go because no one is waiting for it: not even God.
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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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Following straight lines shortens distances, and also life.
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Sometimes at night I light a lamp so as not to see.
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Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.
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Beyond my body my veins are invisible.
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Every time I wake, I understand how easy it is to be nothing.
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When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.
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