Jorge Luis Borges Quotes
Top 100 wise famous quotes and sayings by Jorge Luis Borges
Jorge Luis Borges Famous Quotes & Sayings
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It means much to have loved, to have been happy, to have laid my hand on the living Garden, even for a day.
God moves the player, he in turn the piece.
But what god beyond God begins the round
Of dust and time and sleep and agonies?
But what god beyond God begins the round
Of dust and time and sleep and agonies?
It seemed incredible that this day, a day without warnings or omens, might be that of my implacable death.
A system is nothing more than the subordination of all aspects of the universe to any one of such aspects.
I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart, I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.
Let others pride themselves about how many pages they have written; I'd rather boast about the ones I've read.
I am not sure of anything, I know nothing ... can you imagine that I don't even know the date of my own death?
That one individual should awaken in another memories that belong to still a third is an obvious paradox.
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.
I think the first reading of a poem is a true one, and after that we delude ourselves into the belief that the sensation, the impression, is repeated.
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.
What will my redeemer be like? I wonder. Will he be a bull or a man? Will he perhaps be a bull with the face of a man? Or will he be like me?
Like all the men of Babylon, I have been proconsul; like all, I have been a slave. I have known omnipotence, ignominy, imprisonment.
He was very religious; he believed that he had a secret pact with God which exempted him from doing good in exchange for prayers and piety.
To think, analyze and invent are not anomalous acts, but the normal respiration of the intelligence.
The tango is a direct expression of something that poets have often tried to state in words: the belief that a fight may be a celebration.
No one is a poet from eight to twelve and from two to six. Whoever is a poet is one always, and continually assaulted by poetry.
How strange
it is. For perfect things in poetry do not seem strange;
they seem inevitable. And so we hardly thank the
writer for his pains.
it is. For perfect things in poetry do not seem strange;
they seem inevitable. And so we hardly thank the
writer for his pains.
The fact is that every author creates his own precursors. His work modifies our conception of the past, as it will modify the future.
Like all those possessing a library, Aurelian was aware that he was guilty of not knowing his in its entirety.
Mir Bahadur Ali is, as we have seen, incapable of evading the most vulgar of art's temptations: that of being a genius.
I don't think there's any essential difference, at least for me, between writing poetry and writing prose.
I have been Homer; shortly, I shall be No One, like Ulysses; shortly, I shall be all men; I shall be dead.
Loneliness does not worry me; life is difficult enough, putting up with yourself and with your own habits.
God must not engage in theology. The writer must not destroy by human reasonings the faith that art requires of us.
Any life is made up of a single moment, the moment in which a man finds out, once and for all, who he is.
There is a concept which corrupts and upsets all others.
I refer not to Evil, whose limited realm is that of ethics; I refer to the infinite.
I refer not to Evil, whose limited realm is that of ethics; I refer to the infinite.
Captivated by its discipline, humanity forgets and goes on forgetting that it is the discipline of chess players, not of angels.
I ... confirm the fact - with a certain bittersweet melancholy - that everything in the world brings me back to a quotation or a book.
My taste runs to hourglasses, maps, seventeenth-century typefaces, etymologies, the taste of coffee, and the prose of Robert Louis Stevenson.
I owe my first inkling of the problem of infinity to a large biscuit tin that was a source of vertiginous mystery during my childhood.