Quotes About Reflection

I must get at you, somehow; I put away those illustrious toys you have left me, I want your hidden look, your real smile -- that lonely, mocking smile your cool mirror knows

There is no greater comfort than the idea that we have chosen our own misfortunes.

Si para todo hay término y hay tasa y última vez y nunca más y olvido ¿quién nos dirá de quién en esta casa, sin saberlo, nos hemos despedido?

Orice destin, oricât de lung sau de complicat ar fi, se reduce de fapt la un unic moment: momentul în care omul înÅ£elege pentru totdeauna cine este.

It's enough that if I am rich in anything, it is in perplexities rather then in certaintes.

Work that endures is always capable of an infinite and plastic ambiguity; it is all things for all men, like the Apostle; it is a mirror that reflects the reader's own features and it is also a map of the world. Moreover, all this must come about in an evanescent and modest way, almost in spite of the author, who must appear to be ignorant of any and all symbolism.

To be not a man, but the projection of another man's dream- what incomparable humiliation, what vertigo!

It only takes two facing mirrors to construct a labyrinth. from "Nightmares

Un hombre se confunde, gradualmente, con la firma de su destino; un hombre es, a la larga, sus circunstancias.

Everything is: the shadows in the glass Which, in between the day's two twilights, you Have scattered by the thousands, or shall strew Henceforward in the mirrors that you pass. And everything is part of that diverse Crystalline memory, the universe; — Jorge Luis Borges, from "Everness," transl. Richard Wilbur,, Wilbur's New and Collected Poems (HBJ, 1988)

El tiempo está viviéndome. (Jactancia de quietud - Luna de enfrente)

No hay cosas que no esté como perdida entre infatigables espejos.

El ejecutor de una empresa atroz debe imaginar que ya la ha cumplido, debe imponerse un porvenir que sea irrevocable como el pasado.

I felt what we always feel when someone dies–the sad awareness, now futile, of how little it would have cost us to have been more loving. One forgets that one is a dead man conversing with dead men.

In 1883, an earthquake that lasted ninety seconds shook the south of Italy. In that earthquake, he lost his parents and his sister; he himself was buried by rubble. Two or three hours later, he was rescued. To ward off total despair, he resolved to think about the Universe - a general procedure among the unfortunate, and sometimes a balm.

Lo recuerdo (yo no tengo derecho a pronunciar ese verbo sagrado, sólo un hombre en la tierra tuvo derecho y ese hombre ha muerto) con una oscura pasionaria en la mano, viéndola como nadie la ha visto, aunque la mirara desde el crepúsculo del día hasta el de la noche, toda una vida entera.

Vivimos descubriendo y olvidando esa dulce costumbre de la noche. Hay que mirarla bien. Puede ser última. (Our life is spent discovering and forgetting that gentle habit of the night. Take a good look. It could be the last.)

What will die with me the day I die? What pathetic or frail image will be lost to the world?

upa tras perfluyue lunó.

Parable follows on the heels of confession.

La soledad era perfecta y tal vez hostil, y Dahlmann pudo sospechar que viajaba al pasado y no sólo al Sur.

Villari trataba de vivir el mero presente, sin recuerdos ni previsiones; los primeros le importaba menos que las últimas. Oscuramente creyó intuir que el pasado es la sustancia de que el tiempo está hecho; por ello es que este se vuelve pasado en seguida.

Nada me dolía tanto como pensar que paralelamente a mi vida Beatriz iría viviendo la suya, minuto por minuto y noche por noche.

Cilv?ku nekas nesp?j main?t. M?ž?g?s atsauces uz gr?matu gudr?b?m.