What did Jorge Luis Borges mean by: We are our memory, we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes, that pile of broken mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges Writer · Argentina Copy
+ Happy are the beloved and the lovers and those who can live without love. Author, January 12, 2024January 6, 2025, Jorge Luis Borges, Happiness, Independence, Love, 0 Jorge Luis Borges Writer · Argentina
+ In my next life I will try to commit more errors. Author, June 28, 2023January 2, 2025, Jorge Luis Borges, Growth, Humility, Reflection, 0 Jorge Luis Borges Writer · Argentina
+ Reality favors symmetry. Author, October 17, 2023January 2, 2025, Jorge Luis Borges, Balance, Reality, Symmetry, 0 Jorge Luis Borges Writer · Argentina
+ Time is the tiger that devours me, but I am that tiger. Author, August 21, 2023January 2, 2025, Jorge Luis Borges, Existentialism, Self-identity, Time, 0 Jorge Luis Borges Writer · Argentina
+ I had always thought of Paradise / In form and image as a library. Author, January 12, 2024January 6, 2025, Jorge Luis Borges, Escape, Imagination, Knowledge, 0 Jorge Luis Borges Writer · Argentina
+ i walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn’t expect to arrive Author, January 12, 2024January 6, 2025, Jorge Luis Borges, Isolation, Journey, Uncertainty, 0 Jorge Luis Borges Writer · Argentina
+ To bless thine enemy is a good way to satisfy thy vanity. Author, August 30, 2023January 2, 2025, Jorge Luis Borges, Blessing, Enmity, Vanity, 0 Jorge Luis Borges Writer · Argentina
+ While we are asleep in this world, we are awake in another one Author, January 12, 2024January 6, 2025, Jorge Luis Borges, Consciousness, Dreams, Reality, 0 Jorge Luis Borges Writer · Argentina
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