Antonio Porchia (1886 – 1968)
Argentinian writer and poet.
If I were someone who led himself, I would not take the path that leads to death.
The children whom nobody leads by the hand are the children who know they are children.
Even the smallest of creatures carries a sun in its eyes.
What words say does not last. The words last. Because words are always the same, and what they say is never the same.
The harm that I have not done, what harm it has done!
In order to reach some heights, I don’t lower them: I raise them higher.
I love for the sake of what I have loved, and what I have loved I would not go back to loving.
I’ve abandoned the beggarly need to live. I live without it.
Ever since I alone have been aware of what happens to me, nothing happens to me.
You think you kill me. I think you kill yourself.
Following straight lines shortens distances, and also life.
If I think about what life is, I believe life is a miracle. And if I think about what a miracle is, I don’t believe in it.
Nothing is not only nothing. It is also our prison.
Yes, it is necessary to suffer, even in vain, so as not to live in vain.
When everyone sorrows, no one hears the sorrows.
I have found the most beautiful side of the flowers in the fallen flowers.
Day cannot mock him who does not mock the night.
I always search for some light and always at night and never illuminated by any light.
There are those fallen who don’t get up so as not to fall again.
Man, when he realizes that he is an object of comedy, does not laugh.