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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!
Antonio Porchia
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Antonio Porchia
Age: 81 †
Born: 1886
Born: November 25
Died: 1968
Died: November 6
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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.
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When I die, I will not see myself die, for the first time.
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If you do not raise your eyes you will think that you are the highest point.
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We become aware of the void as we fill it.
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Every time I wake, I understand how easy it is to be nothing.
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Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
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Not believing has a sickness which is believing a little.
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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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You are fastened to them and cannot understand how, because they are not fastened to you.
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My poverty is not complete: it lacks me.
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Night is a world lit by itself.
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Almost always it is the fear of being ourselves that brings us to the mirror.
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I have scarcely touched the sky and I am made of it.
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I will help you approach if you approach, and to keep away if you keep away.
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Man goes nowhere, everything comes to man like tomorrow.
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My bits of time play with eternity.
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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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I keep my hands empty for the sake of what I have had in them.
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When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.
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