Antonio Porchia
He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.
-Antonio Porchia
alone
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
-Antonio Porchia
hope
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
-Antonio Porchia
hope
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
-Antonio Porchia
nature
Those who gave away their wings are sad not to see them fly.
-Antonio Porchia
sad
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