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We have a very precise image – an image at times shameless – of what we have lost, but we are ignorant of what may follow or replace it.

Jorge Luis Borges

You 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.
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Death End Infinity Sleep Wake Yourself
Let others pride themselves about how many pages they have written; I’d rather boast about the ones I’ve read.
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Oneself Page Pride Reading Writing
I think of reading a book as no less an experience than travelling or falling in love.
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Book Experience Fall In Love Thinking
Truth never penetrates an unwilling mind.
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Mindset Truth Willing
Reality is not always probable, or likely.
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Probability Reality
It means much to have loved, to have been happy, to have laid my hand on the living Garden, even for a day.
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Day Garden Hands Live Love
It also occurred to him that throughout history, humankind has told two stories: the story of a lost ship sailing the Mediterranean seas in quest of a beloved isle, and the story of a god who allows himself to be crucified on Golgotha.
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Allow Himself History Human Sea
Blindness has not been for me a total misfortune; it should not be seen in a pathetic way. It should be seen as a way of life: one of the styles of living.
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Blindness Life Misfortune Oneself See Style Way
The task of art is to transform what is continuously happening to us, to transform all of these things into symbols, into music, into something which can last in man’s memory. That is our duty. If we don’t fulfill it, we feel unhappy.
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Art Happiness Man Memories Music Transformation
Everything touches everything.
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Connection One Liner Touch
Death is just infinity closing in.
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Close Death Infinite
Time is the tiger that devours me, but I am that tiger.
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Animal Time
The future has no other reality than as present hope, and the past is no more than present memory.
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Future Hope Memories Present Reality
To arrange a library is to practice in a quiet and modest way the art of criticism.
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Arrangement Criticism Practice Quiet
I saw a sunset in Queretaro that seemed to reflect the color of a rose in Bengal.
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Color Reflection Rose
Every man should be capable of all ideas.
JORGE LUIS BORGES

Capable Ideas Man

We have a very precise image – an image at times shameless – of what we have lost, but we are ignorant of what may follow or replace it.

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