We are our memory, we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes, that pile of broken mirrors.
JORGE LUIS BORGESI might accept immortality, if I had to do it. But I would prefer – if there is any afterlife – to know nothing whatever about Borges, about his experiences in this world.
More Jorge Luis Borges Quotes
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I suppose identity depends on memory. And if my memory is blotted out, then I wonder if I exist – I mean, if I am the same person. Of course, I don’t have to solve that problem. It’s up to God, if any.
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Writing is nothing more than a guided dream.
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Time forks perpetually toward innumerable futures.
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Art is endless like a river flowing, passing, yet remaining.
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Reality favors symmetry.
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When you reach my age, you realize you couldn’t have done things very much better or much worse than you did them in the first place.
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We accept reality so readily – perhaps because we sense that nothing is real.
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I 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.
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From my weakness, I drew strength that never left me.
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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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If space is infinite, we may be at any point in space. If time is infinite, we may be at any point in time.
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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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Then I reflect that all things happen, happen to one, precisely now. Century follows century, and things happen only in the present. There are countless men in the air, on land and at sea, and all that really happens happens to me.
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You may win your heart’s desire, but in the end you’re cheated of it by death.
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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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