Voices Antonio Porchia Quotes

When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.

They will say you are on the wrong road, if it is your own.

I have come one step away from everything. And here I stay, far from everything, one step away.

Everything is a little bit of darkness, even the light.

You are sad because they abandon you and you have not fallen.

The shadows: some hide, others reveal.

I can wait for you longer. Because you have arrived.

I would go to heaven, but I would take my hell; I would not go alone

When I am asleep I dream what I dream when I am awake. It's a continuous dream.

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

When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.

They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you.

Nothing is not only nothing. It is also our prison.

He who does not know how to believe, should not know.

Would there be this eternal seeking if the found existed?

I am in myself so little that what they do with me scarcely interests me.

You can owe nothing, if you give back its light to the sun.

When you made me into another, I left you with me.

My poverty is not complete: it lacks me.

The less you think you are, the more you bear. And if you think you are nothing, you bear everything.

He who makes a paradise of his bread makes a hell of his hunger.

Nothing that is complete breathes

I began my comedy as its only actor, and I come to the end of it as its only spectator.

I have come one step away from everything. And here I stay, far from everything, one step away.

Near me nothing but distances.

When I die, I will not see myself die, for the first time.

Εσύ πιστεύεις πως με σκοτώνεις. Εγώ πιστεύω πως αυτοκτονείς

Οι πληγές είναι φωλιές από άνθη.

I have abandoned the beggarly necessity of living. I live without it.

If only I could leave everything as it is, without moving a single star or a single cloud. Oh, if only I could!

You are a puppet, but in the hands of the infinite, which may be your own.

I am chained to the earth to pay for freedom of my eyes.

A full heart has room for everything and empty heart has room for nothing. Who understands?

Случи ли се да не вярвам в нищо, не желая да те срещам, ако в същия момент и ти в нищо не вярваш.

My "I" has gone farther and farther away from me. Today it is my farthest "you".

One learns not to need by needing.

Only a few arrive at nothing, because the way is long.

My bits of time play with eternity.

Many things, In order to assure me their lack of existence; become mine

Donde hemos puesto algo, siempre creemos que hay algo, aunque no haya nada.

Cuando no me hago daño, temo hacer daño.

منذ وقت طويل لم أعد أسال السماء شيئاء. ومع ذلك ظلت يداي ممدودتين

فليحمل كل واحد ذنبه، عندها لن يكون هنالك مذنبون

Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you. – Antonio Porchia, Voices. Translated by W.S. Merwin. (Copper Canyon Press; Bilingual edition April 1, 2003)

Eres cuanto te necesitan, no cuanto eres.

Sí, es necesario padecer, aun en vano, para no vivir en vano.

As long as we thing we are worth something, we wrong ourselves.

In full light we are not even a shadow.

The less a creature thinks he is, the more he bears. And if he thinks he is nothing, he bears everything.

Lên án một nhầm lẫn, một nhầm lẫn khác.

Tôi yêu vì những gì tôi đã yêu, nhưng những gì tôi đã yêu, tôi sẽ không bắt đầu yêu lại nữa.

Tôi nói với ý nghĩ là có lẽ tôi nên im lặng. Và tôi nói.

Kẻ tiếp nhận sự đơn độc của mình để ở lại một mình với nó, không bao giờ hoàn tất việc tiếp nhận nó.

Lên án một nhầm lẫn, một nhầm lẫn khác.

Tôi yêu vì những gì tôi đã yêu, nhưng những gì tôi đã yêu, tôi sẽ không bắt đầu yêu lại nữa.

Kẻ tiếp nhận sự đơn độc của mình để ở lại một mình với nó, không bao giờ hoàn tất việc tiếp nhận nó.

He who is imprisoned in evil does not escape from it for fear of encountering—evil.

To wound the heart is to create it.

The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are.

The loss of a thing affects us until we have lost it altogether.

Many things, In order to assure me their lack of existence; became mine