Antonio Porchia (1886 – 1968)
Argentinian writer and poet.
Human suffering, while it is asleep, is shapeless. If it is wakened it takes the form of the waker.
Would there be this eternal seeking if the found existed?
Man, when he realizes that he is an object of comedy, does not laugh.
There are those fallen who don’t get up so as not to fall again.
I always search for some light and always at night and never illuminated by any light.
Day cannot mock him who does not mock the night.
I have found the most beautiful side of the flowers in the fallen flowers.
When everyone sorrows, no one hears the sorrows.
Yes, it is necessary to suffer, even in vain, so as not to live in vain.
Nothing is not only nothing. It is also our prison.
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.
Following straight lines shortens distances, and also life.
You think you kill me. I think you kill yourself.
Ever since I alone have been aware of what happens to me, nothing happens to me.
I’ve abandoned the beggarly need to live. I live without it.
I love for the sake of what I have loved, and what I have loved I would not go back to loving.
In order to reach some heights, I don’t lower them: I raise them higher.
If I didn’t think the sun looked at me a little, I wouldn’t look at it.
When I'm content with nothing is when I'm content with everything.
If you don’t have to change routes, why should you change guides?