We are our memory, we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes, that pile of broken mirrors.
JORGE LUIS BORGESWe are our memory, we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes, that pile of broken mirrors.
JORGE LUIS BORGESReality favors symmetry.
JORGE LUIS BORGESThe tango is a direct expression of something that poets have often tried to state in words: the belief that a fight may be a celebration.
JORGE LUIS BORGESWhat I’m really concerned about is reaching one person. And that person may be myself for all I know.
JORGE LUIS BORGESDon’t talk unless you can improve the silence.
JORGE LUIS BORGESThe fact is that poetry is not the books in the library. Poetry is the encounter of the reader with the book, the discovery of the book.
JORGE LUIS BORGESI thought that a man can be an enemy of other men, of the moments of other men, but not of a country: not of fireflies, words, gardens, streams of water, sunsets.
JORGE LUIS BORGESI cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does.
JORGE LUIS BORGESMy books standing there on the shelf do not know that I have written them.
JORGE LUIS BORGESA system is nothing more than the subordination of all aspects of the universe to any one of such aspects.
JORGE LUIS BORGESYou have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand. The path that you are to take is endless, and you will die before you have truly awakened.
JORGE LUIS BORGESTruth never penetrates an unwilling mind.
JORGE LUIS BORGESI am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.
JORGE LUIS BORGESThere is nothing in the world that is not mysterious, but the mystery is more evident in certain things than in others: in the sea, in the eyes of the elders, in the color yellow, and in music.
JORGE LUIS BORGESMan’s memory shapes Its own Eden within.
JORGE LUIS BORGESCensorship is the mother of metaphor.
JORGE LUIS BORGES