Thus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him.
JORGE LUIS BORGESThus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him.
JORGE LUIS BORGESIn all fiction, when a man is faced with alternatives he chooses one at the expense of others.
JORGE LUIS BORGESDon’t talk unless you can improve the silence.
JORGE LUIS BORGESWhile we are asleep in this world, we are awake in another one.
JORGE LUIS BORGESA system is nothing more than the subordination of all aspects of the universe to any one of such aspects.
JORGE LUIS BORGESCreativity is suspended between memory and forgetting.
JORGE LUIS BORGESTo say good-bye is to deny separation; it is to say Today we play at going our own ways, but we’ll see each other tomorrow. Men invented farewells because they somehow knew themselves to be immortal, even while seeing themselves as contingent and ephemeral.
JORGE LUIS BORGESWhen writers die they become books, which is, after all, not too bad an incarnation.
JORGE LUIS BORGESWhen 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.
JORGE LUIS BORGESA writer needs loneliness, and he gets his share of it. He needs love, and he gets shared and also unshared love. He needs friendship. In fact, he needs the universe. To be a writer is, in a sense, to be a day-dreamer – to be living a kind of double life.
JORGE LUIS BORGESThe earth we inhabit is an error, an incompetent parody. Mirrors and paternity are abominable because they multiply and affirm it.
JORGE LUIS BORGESArt is endless like a river flowing, passing, yet remaining.
JORGE LUIS BORGESIf I were asked to name the chief event in my life, I should say my father’s library.
JORGE LUIS BORGESDoubt is one of the names of intelligence.
JORGE LUIS BORGESHow can we manage to illuminate the pathos of our lives?
JORGE LUIS BORGESA 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.
JORGE LUIS BORGES