Night is a world lit by itself. Antonio Porchia
Night is a world lit by itself.
Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists. Antonio Porchia
Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory. Antonio Porchia
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
He who makes a paradise of his bread makes a hell of his hunger. Antonio Porchia
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. Antonio Porchia
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. Antonio Porchia
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
A little candor never leaves me. It is what protects me. Antonio Porchia
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. Antonio Porchia
If you do not raise your eyes you will think you are the highest point.
