Loneliness does not worry me; life is difficult enough, putting up with yourself and with your own habits. — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
The central fact of my life has been the existence of words and the possibility of weaving those words into poetry. — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
Blindness has not been for me a total misfortune; it should not be seen in a pathetic way. It should be seen… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
“Friendship, you know, is as mysterious as love or any other state of this confusion that we call life. In fact, I… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
Any life, no matter how long and complex it may be, is made up of a single moment-the moment in which a… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
A writer needs loneliness, and he gets his share of it. He needs love, and he gets shared and also unshared love.… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
Islam asserts that on the unappealable Day of Judgment every perpetrator of the image of a living creature will be raised from… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
“If I could live again my life, In the next – I’ll try, - to make more mistakes, I won’t try to… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
His life, measured in space and time, will take up a mere few lines, which my ignorance will abbreviate further. — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
Any life is made up of a single moment, the moment in which a man finds out, once and for all, who… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
“So my life is a point-counterpoint, a kind of fugue, and a falling away–and everything winds up being lost to me, and… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
Any life, however long and complicated it may be, actually consists of a single moment — the moment when a man knows… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
The mightiest love was granted him Love that does not expect to be loved. — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
“Let not the rash marble risk garrulous breaches of oblivion's omnipotence, in many words recalling name, renown, events, birthplace. All those glass… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
Thus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him. — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
“Whoever has seen the universe, whoever has beheld the fiery designs of the universe, cannot think in terms of one man, of… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
“Distance and antiquity (the emphases of space and time) pull on our hearts. If we are already sobered by the thought that… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
The thought came over me that never would one full and absolute moment, containing all the others, justify my life, that all… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
Another school declares that all time has already transpired and that our life is only the crepuscular and no doubt falsified and… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
The execution was set for the 29th of March, at nine in the morning. This delay was due to a desire on the part… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
Like all writers, he measured the achievements of others by what they had accomplished, asking of them that they measure him by what he… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
Loneliness does not worry me; life is difficult enough, putting up with yourself and with your own habits. — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
The fact is that all writers create their precursors. Their work modifies our conception of the past, just as it is bound to modify… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
I don't think we're capable of knowledge, but I like to keep an open mind. So if you ask me whether I believe in… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
The web of time - the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect, or ignore each other through the centuries - embraces "every"… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
When I write, I do it urged by an intimate necessity. I don't have in mind an exclusive public, or a public of multitudes,… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
I foresee that man will resign himself each day to new abominations, and soon that only bandits and soldiers will be left. — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
