Quotes About Reflection

Tutti assomigliamo all'immagine che gli altri hanno di noi.

has gastado los años y te han gastado, y todavía no has escrito el poema.

The house is not this large, he thought. Other things are making it seem larger: the dim light, the symmetry, the mirrors, so many years, my unfamiliarity, the loneliness.

17 La vieja mano sigue trazando versos para el olvido

Poetul vremurilor noastre nu poate întoarce spatele epocii sale.

Não fale, a menos que você possa aprimorar o silêncio.

ÎnÅ£elese c? nici un destin nu-i mai bun decât altul, dar c? fiecare om trebuie s? dea ascultare celui pe care-l poart? în?untrul s?u.

The composition of vast books is a laborious and impoverishing extravagance. To go on for five hundred pages developing an idea whose perfect oral exposition is possible in a few minutes! A better course of procedure is to pretend that these books already exist, and then to offer a resume, a commentary.

La muchacha habló como si estuviera sola y de algún modo yo sentí que no podía pensar en otra cosa y que esa cosa era lo único que le había pasado en la vida. (...) Los años pasan y son tantas las veces que he contado la historia que ya no sé si la recuerdo de veras o si sólo recuerdo las palabras con que la cuento. Tal vez lo mismo le paso a la Cautiva con su malón, Ahora lo mismo da que fuera yo o que fuera otro el que vio matar a Moreira.

Sentí, en la última página, que mi narración era un símbolo del hombre que yo fui, mientras la escribía y que, para redactar esa narración, yo tuve que ser aquel hombre y que, para ser aquel hombre, yo tuve que redactar esa narración, y así hasta lo infinito.

in one's memory, all days tend to be the same, but that there is not a day... which does not bring surprises

Os espelhos e a paternidade são abomináveis porque o multiplicam e o divulgam (o universo).

This frightened man mortified me, as if I were the coward, not Vincent Moon. Whatever one man does, it is as if all men did it.

Then I reflected that everything happens to a man precisely, precisely now. Centuries of centuries and only in the present do things happen; countless men in the air, on the face of the earth and the sea, and all that really is happening is happening to me.

cabeza era un jirón más. En el crepúsculo

Vivió en la soledad, sin una mujer, sin amigos; todo lo amó y lo poseyó, pero desde lejos, como del otro lado de un cristal; murió, y su tenue imagen se perdió, como el agua en el agua

The moon of the nights is not the moon Who the first Adam saw. The long centuries Of human vigil have filled her With ancient lament. Look at her. She is your mirror. — Jorge Luis Borges, "The Moon," Jorge Luis Borges: Selected Poems , edited by Alexander Coleman (Penguin, 1999)

I dream every night. I dream before I go to sleep, and I dream after waking up.

El orden inferior es un espejo del orden superior; las formas de la tierra corresponden a las formas del cielo; las manchas de la piel son un mapa de las incorruptibles constelaciones; Judas refleja de algún modo a Jesús.

There is no intellectual exercise that is not ultimately pointless.

Pero en algún recodo de tu encierro upede haber una luz, una hendidura

A man sets out to draw the world. As the years go by, he peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses, and individuals. A short time before he dies, he discovers that that patient labyrinth of lines traces the lineaments of his own face.

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

Yaln?zl?k mükemmel, hatta biraz sald?rgand? ve Dahlmann yaln?zca güneye deÄŸil geçmiÅŸe yol ald???n? düÅŸünebilirdi.