Time is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
JORGE LUIS BORGESIn all fiction, when a man is faced with alternatives he chooses one at the expense of others.
More Jorge Luis Borges Quotes
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What will die with me when I die, what pathetic or fragile form will the world lose?
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I 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.
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I think of reading a book as no less an experience than travelling or falling in love.
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Israelites, Christians and Muslims profess immortality, but the veneration they render this world proves they believe only in it, since they destine all other worlds, in infinite number, to be its reward or punishment.
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In my next life I will try to commit more errors.
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I believe that in time we will have reached the point where we will deserve to be free of government.
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The worst labyrinth is not that intricate form that can entrap us forever, but a single and precise straight line.
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A system is nothing more than the subordination of all aspects of the universe to any one of such aspects.
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Time can’t be measured in days the way money is measured in pesos and centavos, because all pesos are equal, while every day, perhaps every hour, is different.
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We have stopped believing in progress. What progress that is !
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The future has no other reality than as present hope, and the past is no more than present memory.
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Your unforgivable sins do not allow you to see my splendor.
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I am almost sure to be blotted out by death, but sometimes I think it is not impossible that I may continue to live in some other manner after my physical death . Or, as Hamlet wonders, what dreams will come when we leave this body?
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We are our memory, we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes, that pile of broken mirrors.
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Time forks perpetually toward innumerable futures.
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