You may win your heart’s desire, but in the end you’re cheated of it by death.
JORGE LUIS BORGESI thought that a man can be an enemy of other men, of the moments of other men, but not of a country: not of fireflies, words, gardens, streams of water, sunsets.
More Jorge Luis Borges Quotes
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My undertaking is not difficult, essentially. I should only have to be immortal to carry it out.
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Soccer is popular because stupidity is popular.
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I never reread what I’ve written. I’m far too afraid to feel ashamed of what I’ve done.
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Death is just infinity closing in.
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All that happens to us, including our humiliations, our misfortunes, our embarrassments, all is given to us as raw material, as clay, so that we may shape our art.
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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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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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Writing is nothing more than a guided dream.
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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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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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I have always come to life after coming to books.
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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 have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.
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Poets, like the blind, can see in the dark.
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I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does.
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