A Quote by Antonio Porchia

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

Antonio Porchia

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Abyss Me Much Need Order Rest Superficial

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Antonio Porchia
Italian - Poet
November 13, 1885 - November 9, 1968

In sooth I know not why I am so sad. It wearies me, you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn.

William Shakespeare

Let us clear a little space, And make Love a burial-place. He is dead, dear, as you see, And he wearies you and me.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Come, come thou bleak December wind, And blow the dry leaves from the tree! Flash, like a Love-thought, thro'me, Death And take a Life that wearies me.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Continuous eloquence wearies.

Blaise Pascal

No one wearies of benefits received.

Marcus Aurelius

Overwork tires; underwork wearies.

Francis Balfour-Browne

A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship.

J. R. R. Tolkien

All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.

Edmund Spenser

Do not forget this: the Lord never wearies of forgiving! We are the ones who weary of asking for forgiveness.

Pope Francis

Continuous eloquence wearies. Grandeur must be abandoned to be appreciated. Continuity in everything is unpleasant. Cold is agreeable, that we may get warm.

Blaise Pascal

All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Often the grind of book promotion wearies you of your own book - though at the same time this frees you from its clutches.

Julian Barnes

O Youth! flame earnest, still aspire, With energies immortal! To many a heaven of Desire, Our yearning opes a portal! And tho' Age wearies by the way, And hearts break in the furrow, We'll sow the golden grain Today-- The Harvest comes tomorrow.

Gerald Massey

Friendship has splendors that love knows not. It grows stronger when crossed, whereas obstacles kill love. Friendship resists time, which wearies and severs couples. It has heights unknown to love.

Mariama Bâ

Long, long ago the country bore the country-town and nourished it with her best blood. Now the giant city sucks the country dry, insatiably and incessantly demanding and devouring fresh streams of men, till it wearies and dies in the midst of an almost uninhabited waste of country.