Quotes by Antonio Porchia

Although most of the writing section on these pages is my original work, I must share at least some of the work Antonio Porchia. His quotes are short, seemingly simple, yet extremely profound. I hope you will enjoy them as I do!

—Carli Muñoz

Antonio Porchia (November 13, 1885 – November 9, 1968) was an Argentinian poet. He was born in ConflentiItaly, but, after the death of his father in 1900, moved to Argentina. He wrote a Spanish book entitled Voces ("Voices"), a book of aphorisms. It has since been translated into Italian and into English (by W.S. MerwinCopper Canyon Press, 2003), French, and German. A very influential, yet extremely succinct writer, he has been a cult author for a number of renowned figures of contemporary literature and thought such as André BretonJorge Luis BorgesRoberto Juarroz and Henry Miller, amongst others. Some critics have paralleled his work to Japanese haiku and found many similarities with a number of Zen schools of thought.

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I stop wanting what I am looking for, looking for it.
— Antonio Porchia
You know so much about me and yet you don’t understand me. To know is not to understand. We could know everything and still not understand anything
— Antonio Porchia
Following straight lines shortens distances, and also life.
— Antonio Porchia
You think you are killing me. I think you are committing suicide.
— Antonio Porchia
The fear of separation is all that unites.
— Antonio Porchia
A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.
— Antonio Porchia
Almost always it is the fear of being ourselves that brings us to the mirror.
— Antonio Porchia
They will say you are on the wrong road, if it is your own.
— Antonio Porchia
A thing, until it is everything, is noise, and once it is everything it is silence.
— Antonio Porchia
I know what I have given you, I do not know what you have received.
— Antonio Porchia
We become aware of the void as we fill it.
— Antonio Porchia
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
— Antonio Porchia
The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are.
— Antonio Porchia
They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you.
— 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
Some things become such a part of us that we forget them.
— Antonio Porchia
My bits of time play with eternity.
— Antonio Porchia
Carli Munoz