Antonio Porchia quotes

Antonio Porchia was an Argentinian poet of Italian origin, best known for his influential book "Voices," a collection of aphorisms. His concise and philosophical style has earned him international admiration among writers and thinkers. He is remembered for his profound insights into human existence and the human soul. Here are 280 of his quotes:

One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

Antonio Porchia

He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong.

Antonio Porchia

Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.

Antonio Porchia

If you do not raise your eyes, you will think you are the highest point.

Antonio Porchia

A child shows his toy, a man hides his.

Antonio Porchia

I love you as you are, but do not tell me how that is.

Antonio Porchia

He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.

Antonio Porchia

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

Antonio Porchia

Yes, this is what is good: to forgive evil. There is no other good.

Antonio Porchia

The confession of one humbles all.

Antonio Porchia

When your suffering is a little greater than my suffering, I feel like I am a little cruel.

Antonio Porchia

God has given a great deal to man, but man would like something from man.

Antonio Porchia

What words say does not last. The words last. Because words are always the same, and what they say is never the same.

Antonio Porchia

Whatever I take, I take too much or too little; I do not take the exact amount. The exact amount is no use to me.

Antonio Porchia

I keep my hands empty for the sake of what I have had in them.

Antonio Porchia

Infancy is what is eternal, and the rest, all the rest, is brevity, extreme brevity.

Antonio Porchia

What we pay for with our lives never costs too much.

Antonio Porchia

I have been my own disciple and my own master. And I have been a good disciple but a bad master.

Antonio Porchia

The chains that bind us the most closely are the ones we have broken.

Antonio Porchia

I stop wanting what I am looking for, looking for it.

Antonio Porchia

Those who gave away their wings are sad not to see them fly.

Antonio Porchia

Whoever loves knowing why they love, doesn't love.

Antonio Porchia