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He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.
— Antonio Porchia
writer, aphorist, poet
1885 – 1968
He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.
He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.
In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you.
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
