Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow. — Antonio Porchia Copy Share Image
The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are. — Antonio Porchia Copy Share Image
It's been a long time since I asked anything of heaven, and my arms still haven't come down. — Antonio Porchia Copy Share Image
You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own. — Antonio Porchia Copy Share Image
If you are good to this one and that one, this one and that one will say that you are good. If you are… — Antonio Porchia Copy Share Image
I have been my own disciple and my own master. And I have been a good disciple but a bad master. — Antonio Porchia Copy Share Image
Situated in some nebulous distance I do what I do so that the universal balance of which I am a part may remain a… — Antonio Porchia Copy Share Image
Yes I will try to be. Because I believe that not being is arrogant. — Antonio Porchia Copy Share Image
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… — Antonio Porchia Copy Share Image
