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We forget that we are all dead men conversing with dead men.

Jorge Luis Borges

So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
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Decoration Flower Garden Plant Self Love Soul Yourself
I 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.
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Country Enemy Garden Man Moments Nature Stream
Writing long books is a laborious and impoverishing act of foolishness: expanding in five hundred pages an idea that could be perfectly explained in a few minutes. A better procedure is to pretend that those books already exist and to offer a summary, a commentary.
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Books Existence Fools Ideas Summary Writing
If I were asked to name the chief event in my life, I should say my father’s library.
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Father Library Life Name
Time is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
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Consume Fire Myself Time
What you really value is what you miss, not what you have.
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Missing Value Yourself
Reality is not always probable, or likely.
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Probability Reality
The task of art is to transform what is continuously happening to us, to transform all of these things into symbols, into music, into something which can last in man’s memory. That is our duty. If we don’t fulfill it, we feel unhappy.
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Art Happiness Man Memories Music Transformation
Man’s memory shapes Its own Eden within.
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Man Memories Shape
We are our memory, we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes, that pile of broken mirrors.
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Memories Mirror Museum Shape
When I wake up, I wake to something worse. It’s the astonishment of being myself.
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Astonishment Myself Wake Up Worst
The fact is that poetry is not the books in the library. Poetry is the encounter of the reader with the book, the discovery of the book.
JORGE LUIS BORGES

Book Discover Fact Library Poetry
You have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand. The path that you are to take is endless, and you will die before you have truly awakened.
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Death End Infinity Sleep Wake Yourself
I have committed the worst of sins one can commit. I have not been happy.
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Commitment Happiness Myself Sin Worst
We forget that we are all dead men conversing with dead men.
JORGE LUIS BORGES

Conversation Death Forget Man
I have always come to life after coming to books.
JORGE LUIS BORGES

Book Feeling Life Myself

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