Quotes About Reflection

Mirrors and copulation are abominable, since they both multiply the numbers of men.

With relief, with humiliation, with terror, he understood that he too was a mere appearance, dreamt by another.

The years go by, and I've told the story so many times that I'm not sure anymore whether I actually remember it or whether I just remember the words I tell it with.

La duda es uno de los nombres de la inteligencia.

We are our memory, we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes, that pile of broken mirrors.

Then I reflect that all things happen, happen to one, precisely now. Century follows century, and things happen only in the present. There are countless men in the air, on land and at sea, and all that really happens happens to me.

Another school declares that all time has already transpired and that our life is only the crepuscular and no doubt falsified and mutilated memory or reflection of an irrecoverable process.

When I wake up, I wake to something worse. It's the astonishment of being myself

Es curiosa la suerte del escritor. Al principio es barroco, vanidosamente barroco, y al cabo de los años puede lograr, si son favorables los astros, no la sencillez, que no es nada, si no la modesta y secreta complejidad.

As the end approaches, there are no longer any images from memory - there are only words.

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

A man sets himself the task of portraying the world. Shortly before he dies he discovers that this patient labyrinth of lines is a drawing of his own face.

Why do you seem so annoyed at what I'm saying? Because we're too much like each other. I loathe your face, which is a caricature of mine, I loathe your voice, which is a mockery of mine, I loathe your pathetic syntax, which is my own.

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

There is no pleasure more complex than that of thought and we surrendered ourselves to it.

No hables a menos que puedas mejorar el silencio.

I never reread what I've written. I'm far too afraid to feel ashamed of what I've done.

Un hombre se propone la tarea de dibujar el mundo. A lo largo de los años puebla un espacio con imágenes de provincias, de reinos, de montañas, de bahías, de naves, de islas, de peces, de habitaciones, de instrumentos, de astros, de caballos y de personas. Poco antes de morir, descubre que ese paciente laberinto de líneas traza la imagen de su cara.

God has created nights well-populated with dreams, crowded with mirror images, so that man may feel that he is nothing more than vain reflection. That's what frightens us.

How can we manage to illuminate the pathos of our lives?

La muerte es una vida vivida. La vida es una muerte que viene.

zaman beni sürükleyen bir nehir, ama nehir benim; beni parçalayan bir kaplan, ama kaplan benim; beni tüketen bir ateÅŸ, ama ateÅŸ benim; evren, ne yaz?k ki gerçek; ben, ne yaz?k ki, borges'im

But let no one imagine that we were mere ascetics. There is no more complex pleasure than thought, and it was to thought that we delivered ourselves over.

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.