Antonio Porchia

“Tu crees que me matas. Yo creo que te suicidas.”

— Antonio Porchia

My heaviness comes from the heights.

— Antonio Porchia

Everything is a little bit of darkness, even the light.

— Antonio Porchia

Not believing has a sickness which is believing a little.

— Antonio Porchia

A hundred men together are the hundredth part of a man.

— Antonio Porchia

Nothing is not only nothing. It is also our prison.

— Antonio Porchia

Sometimes at night I light a lamp so as not to see.

— Antonio Porchia

One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

— Antonio Porchia

The little things are what is eternal, and the rest, all the rest, is brevity, extreme brevity.

— Antonio Porchia

Everything had been stripped of deceptions, that time. And that time I was afraid of everything.

— Antonio Porchia

He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.

— Antonio Porchia

And if you find everything as soon as you look for it, you find it in vain, you look for it in…

— Antonio Porchia

You are sad because they abandon you and you have not fallen.

— Antonio Porchia

A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.

— Antonio Porchia

Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.

— Antonio Porchia

The less you think you are, the more you bear. And if you think you are nothing, you bear everything.

— Antonio Porchia

Some things become such a part of us that we forget them.

— Antonio Porchia

Before I travelled my road I was my road.

— Antonio Porchia

A little candor never leaves me. It is what protects me.

— Antonio Porchia

My bits of time play with eternity.

— Antonio Porchia

“When you made me into another, I left you with me.”

— Antonio Porchia

Night is a world lit by itself.

— Antonio Porchia

My poverty is not complete: it lacks me.

— Antonio Porchia

When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.

— Antonio Porchia

“Nothing that is complete breathes”

— Antonio Porchia

The shadows: some hide, others reveal.

— Antonio Porchia

We become aware of the void as we fill it.

— Antonio Porchia

You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.

— Antonio Porchia

Yes, this is what good is: to forgive evil. There is no other good.

— Antonio Porchia

He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong.

— Antonio Porchia

The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are.

— Antonio Porchia

I would ask something more of this world, if it had something more.

— Antonio Porchia

Infancy is what is eternal, and the rest, all the rest, is brevity, extreme brevity.

— Antonio Porchia

Everything that I bear within me bound, is to be found somewhere else free.

— Antonio Porchia

My father, when he went, made my childhood a gift of a half a century.

— Antonio Porchia

I keep my hands empty for the sake of what I have had in them.

— Antonio Porchia

If you do not raise your eyes you will think that you are the highest point.

— Antonio Porchia

I would go to heaven, but I would take my hell; I would not go alone.

— Antonio Porchia

All the suns labor to kindle your flame and a microbe puts it out.

— Antonio Porchia

If you do not raise your eyes you will think you are the highest point.

— Antonio Porchia