So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

— Jorge Luis Borges

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Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.


I cannot sleep unless I am surrounded by books.


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 quote So plant your own gardens and decorate y

So plant your own gardens and decorate your soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.


The worst labyrinth is not that intricate form that can entrap us forever, but a single and precise straight line


Nothing is built on stone; all is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone.


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.

Jorge Luis Borges quote I have always imagined that paradise wil

I have always imagined that paradise will be a kind of library.


The original is unfaithful to the translation.


Being an agnostic means all things are possible, even God, even the Holy Trinity. This world is so strange that anything may happen, or may not happen. Being an agnostic makes me live in a larger, a more fantastic kind of world, almost uncanny. It makes me more tolerant.


Time is the substance from which I am made.

Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.


Truth never penetrates an unwilling mind.


Dictatorships foster oppression, dictatorships foster servitude, dictatorships foster cruelty; more abominable is the fact that they foster idiocy.


The future is inevitable and precise, but it may not occur. God lurks in the gaps.


About Jorge Luis Borges

Quotes 323 sayings
Nationality Argentinian
Profession Poet
Birthday October 16

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.


I gazed at every mirror on the planet, not one gave back my reflection.


I owe the discovery of Uqbar to the conjunction of a mirror and an encyclopedia.


I have preferred to teach my students not English literature but my love for certain authors, or, even better, certain pages, or even better than that, certain lines. One falls in love with a line, then with a page, then with an author. Well, why not? It is a beautiful process.


Reality is not always probable, or likely.


Let others pride themselves about how many pages they have written;

I'd rather boast about the ones I've read.


Reality is partial to symmetry and slight anachronisms


Don't talk unless you can improve the silence.


All that happens to us, including our humiliations, our misfortunes, our embarrassments, all is given to us as raw material, as clay, so that we may shape our art.


The minotaur more than justifies the existence of the labyrinth.


There is nothing in the world that is not mysterious, but the mystery is more evident in certain things than in others: in the sea, in the eyes of the elders, in the color yellow, and in music.


I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.


Time can't be measured in days the way money is measured in pesos and centavos, because all pesos are equal, while every day, perhaps every hour, is different.


A book is not an isolated being: it is a relationship, an axis of innumerable relationships


To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.


Loneliness does not worry me; life is difficult enough, putting up with yourself and with your own habits.


There is an hour of the afternoon when the plain is on the verge of saying something. It never says, or perhaps it says it infinitely, or perhaps we do not understand it, or we understand it and it is untranslatable as music.


It is clear that there is no classification of the Universe that is not arbitrary and full of conjectures. The reason for this is very simple: we do not know what kind of thing the universe is.


In our dreams (writes Coleridge) images represent the sensations we think they cause; we do not feel horror because we are threatened by a sphinx; we dream of a sphinx in order to explain the horror we feel.


In my next life I will try to commit more errors.


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.


I would define the baroque as that style that deliberately exhausts (or tries to exhaust) its own possibilities, and that borders on self-caricature. The baroque is the final stage in all art, when art flaunts and squanders its resources.


A writer needs loneliness, and he gets his share of it.

He needs love, and he gets shared and also unshared love. He needs friendship. In fact, he needs the universe. To be a writer is, in a sense, to be a day-dreamer - to be living a kind of double life.


Reading is an activity subsequent to writing: more resigned, more civil, more intellectual.


A system is nothing more than the subordination of all aspects of the universe to any one of such aspects.


Your unforgivable sins do not allow you to see my splendor.


There's no need to build a labyrinth when the entire universe is one.


Man's memory shapes Its own Eden within


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


Democracy is an abuse of statistics.


The dictionary is based on the hypothesis -- obviously an unproven one -- that languages are made up of equivalent synonyms.


Captivated by its discipline, humanity forgets and goes on forgetting that it is the discipline of chess players, not of angels.


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.


I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does.


Personally, I am a hedonistic reader;

I have never read a book merely because it was ancient. I read books for the aesthetic emotions they offer me, and I ignore the commentaries and criticism.


We (the indivisible divinity that works in us) have dreamed the world.

We have dreamed it resistant, mysterious, visible, ubiquitous in space and firm in time, but we have allowed slight, and eternal, bits of the irrational to form part of its architecture so as to know that it is false.


Time is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.