I have scarcely touched the sky and I am made of it. — Antonio Porchia Inspirational Copy Share Image
A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors. — Antonio Porchia Closed door Copy Share Image
The less you think you are, the more you bear. And if you think you are nothing, you bear everything. — Antonio Porchia Bear Copy Share Image
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow. — Antonio Porchia Flower Copy Share Image
He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong. — Antonio Porchia Hold me Copy Share Image
Yes, this is what good is: to forgive evil. There is no other good. — Antonio Porchia Evil Copy Share Image
You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own. — Antonio Porchia Grief 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 Born Copy Share Image
Everything had been stripped of deceptions, that time. And that time I was afraid of everything. — Antonio Porchia Afraid Copy Share Image
Man talks about everything, and he talks about everything as though the understanding of everything were all inside him. — Antonio Porchia Inside Copy Share Image
If a fanatic is willing to give his life for a cause, he's probably willing to give yours as well I know… — Antonio Porchia Causes 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… — Antonio Porchia Display 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… — Antonio Porchia Balance 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… — Antonio Porchia Good Copy Share Image
What words say does not last. The words last. Because words are always the same, and what they say is never the… — Antonio Porchia Language Copy Share Image
You know so much about me and yet you don't understand me. To know is not to understand. We could know everything… — Antonio Porchia Inspirational Copy Share Image
My great day came and went, I do not know how. Because it did not pass through dawn when it came, nor… — Antonio Porchia Dawn Copy Share Image
