As the end approaches, there are no longer any images from memory - there are only words. — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
I am interested in the past. Perhaps one of the reasons is we cannot make, cannot change the past. I mean you… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
That one individual should awaken in another memories that belong to still a third is an obvious paradox. — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
We are our memory, we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes, that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
We have a very precise image - an image at times shameless - of what we have lost, but we are ignorant… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
“Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That I by… — 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
“But I will relate what happened with absolute honesty; that, perhaps, will help me understand it. After all, when one confesses to… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
Days and nights passed over this despair of flesh, but one morning he awoke, looked (with calm now) at the blurred things… — 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
