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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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More quotes by Antonio Porchia
Man, when he is merely what he seems to be, is almost nothing.
Antonio Porchia
I love you as you are, but do not tell me how that is.
Antonio Porchia
You think you are killing me. I think you are committing suicide.
Antonio Porchia
The little things are what is eternal, and the rest, all the rest, is brevity, extreme brevity.
Antonio Porchia
Certainties are arrived at only on foot.
Antonio Porchia
If you are good to this one and that one, this one and that one will say that you are good. If you are good to everyone, no one will say that you are good.
Antonio Porchia
Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you.
Antonio Porchia
You are fastened to them and cannot understand how, because they are not fastened to you.
Antonio Porchia
A hundred men together are the hundredth part of a man.
Antonio Porchia
If those who owe us nothing gave us nothing, how poor we would be.
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
Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.
Antonio Porchia
A little candor never leaves me. It is what protects me.
Antonio Porchia
You are sad because they abandon you and you have not fallen.
Antonio Porchia
If you do not raise your eyes you will think that you are the highest point.
Antonio Porchia
When I die, I will not see myself die, for the first time.
Antonio Porchia
Out of a hundred years a few minutes were made that stayed with me, not a hundred years.
Antonio Porchia
Suffering is above, not below. And everyone thinks that suffering is below. And everyone wants to rise.
Antonio Porchia
Yes, one must suffer, even in vain, so as not to have lived in vain.
Antonio Porchia
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
Antonio Porchia
