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The confession of one man humbles all.
Antonio Porchia
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Antonio Porchia
Age: 81 †
Born: 1886
Born: November 25
Died: 1968
Died: November 6
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Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you.
Antonio Porchia
I would ask something more of this world, if it had something more.
Antonio Porchia
If only I could leave everything as it is, without moving a single star or a single cloud. Oh, if only I could!
Antonio Porchia
No one understands that you have given everything. You must give more.
Antonio Porchia
They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you.
Antonio Porchia
Night is a world lit by itself.
Antonio Porchia
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.
Antonio Porchia
I have scarcely touched the sky and I am made of it.
Antonio Porchia
When I die, I will not see myself die, for the first time.
Antonio Porchia
Some things become such a part of us that we forget them.
Antonio Porchia
My heaviness comes from the heights.
Antonio Porchia
Everything that I bear within me bound, is to be found somewhere else free.
Antonio Porchia
We become aware of the void as we fill it.
Antonio Porchia
Out of a hundred years a few minutes were made that stayed with me, not a hundred years.
Antonio Porchia
He who tells the truth says almost nothing.
Antonio Porchia
Human suffering, while it is asleep, is shapeless. If it is wakened it takes the form of the waker.
Antonio Porchia
The real it is well is something I say from the ground, having fallen.
Antonio Porchia
I am chained to the earth to pay for the freedom of my eyes.
Antonio Porchia
Not believing has a sickness which is believing a little.
Antonio Porchia
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.
Antonio Porchia
