Antonio Porchia (1886 – 1968)
Argentinian writer and poet.
When I'm content with nothing is when I'm content with everything.
To rise it is necessary to go higher, but height is also necessary.
More tearful than crying is seeing someone cry.
Some, in getting ahead of everyone, are winning themselves the desert.
In the eternal dream, eternity is the same as an instant. Maybe I will come back in an instant.
My body separates me from all beings and all things. Only my body.
Everything is like the rivers: the work of the slopes.
Flowers are without hope, because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
The loss of a thing affects us until we have lost it altogether.
He who has made a thousand things and he who has made none both feel the same desire: to make something.
A big heart can be filled with very little.
When I believe a stone is a stone and a cloud a cloud, I am in a state of unconsciousness.
You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.
Let each carry their own guilt and there will be no guilty ones.
I hold up what I know with what I do not know.
Don’t uncover, because there might be nothing. And nothing can’t be covered again.
Some things become so completely our own that we forget them.
The cold is a good counselor, but it is cold.
I believe that the soul consists of its sufferings. For the soul that cures its own sufferings dies.
Before each new drama, I ask myself: is this the drama?