Antonio Porchia (1886 – 1968)
Argentinian writer and poet.
There are dreams that need rest.
From what I awaited, came my habit of waiting.
Sometimes it as though I were in hell and I do not grieve. I do not find anything to grieve over.
Being someone is being one alone. Being someone is loneliness.
Sometimes I find that misery is so vast that I am afraid of needing it.
The killer of souls does not kill a hundred souls. He kills his own soul a hundred times.
A thing, until it is everything, is noise, and once it is everything it is silence.
My poverty is not complete: it lacks me.
I do not agree with you, but if you do not agree with yourself either, then I agree with you.
Almost always is it a the fear of being ourselves that brings us to the mirror.
Sometimes what I want and what I don’t want make so many concessions to each other that they end up looking alike.
Pain lies above, not below. And they all think that pain is below. And they all want to rise.
If you climb up step by step, you’ll always find yourself level with a step.
I am chained to the earth to pay for the freedom of my eyes.
No one can help going beyond, and beyond there is an abyss.
I would ask something more of this world, if it had something more.
And if the clouds think they fly with their wings, they fly with their wings, but they cannot control them.
A new pain enters and the old pains of the household receive it with their silence, not with their death.
Yes, this is what is good: to forgive evil. There is no other good.
The tragedy of a man is greater when he gives it up.