Antonio Porchia Quotes
Night is a world lit by itself.



Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.



One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.



He who makes a paradise of his bread makes a hell of his hunger.



We tear life out of life to use it for looking at itself.



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



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



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








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