I am not sure of anything, I know nothing. Can you imagine that I don’t even know the date of my own death?
JORGE LUIS BORGESI would rather like to think of God as being a kind of adventurer – even as Wells thought about him – or perhaps as something within us making for some unknown purpose.
More Jorge Luis Borges Quotes
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Any life, however long and complicated it may be, actually consists of a single moment — the moment when a man knows forever more who he is.
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Reality is partial to symmetry and slight anachronisms
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When I feel I’m going to write something, then I just am quiet and I try to listen. Then something comes through. And I do what I can in order not to tamper with it.
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One concept corrupts and confuses the others. I am not speaking of the Evil whose limited sphere is ethics; I am speaking of the infinite.
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Poets, like the blind, can see in the dark.
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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 ask of any God, of any gods, that if they give immortality, I hope to be granted oblivion also.
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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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Time is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
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A writer – and, I believe, generally all persons – must think that whatever happens to him or her is a resource.
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The visible universe was an illusion or, more precisely, a sophism. Mirrors and fatherhood are abominable because they multiply it and extend it.
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Time, which despoils castles, enriches verses.
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The possibilities of the art of combination are not infinite, but they tend to be frightful.
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A man sets himself the task of portraying the world. Shortly before he dies he discovers that this patient labyrinth of lines is a drawing of his own face.
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There is an hour of the afternoon when the plain is on the verge of saying something. It never says, or perhaps it says it infinitely, or perhaps we do not understand it, or we understand it and it is untranslatable as music.
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