155 Quotes by Antonio Porchia

One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

I know what I have given you... I do not know what you have received.

When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.

They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you.

Near me nothing but distances.

Many things, In order to assure me their lack of existence; become mine

Set out from any point. They are all alike. They all lead to a point of departure.

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

He who does not know how to believe, should not know.