Quote by Jorge Luis Borges Download Open image ““The river was blue then like extension of the sky.”” — Jorge Luis Borges ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.0 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“I'm standing in a river. It's blue. Dark blue. Reflecting the color of the evening sky.” — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“How can a river that rises in a black forest and discharges in a black sea be celebrated as blue?” — Tessa de Loo Copy Share Image
“And yet the great blue sky was above me and my eyes thirsted for its words.” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
“The sky was a rich, mindless, never-ending blue, like a promise of some ridiculous glory that wasn’t really there.” — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“The endless sky was blue, and everywhere grass was rising from the dead. All of it augured a bright future.” — Bryce Andrews Copy Share Image
“Just because...because the sky is blue and the sea is green.” — Jane Harvey-Berrick Copy Share Image
“The sky was as blue and delicate as a porcelain teacup, and the hills rolled gently in all directions, intersected occasionally with the silver… — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share Image
“No one quite knew why, but they felt light-hearted. Maybe it was because of the beautiful weather. The sky, so blue, seemed gently to… — Irène Némirovsky 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