Dreamtigers Quotes

“What man of us has never felt, walking through the twilight or writing down a date from his past, that he has lost something infinite?”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Dreamtigers

“Man's memory shapes
Its own Eden within”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Dreamtigers

“أنا الذي كنت عدة أشخاص بلا طائل، أريد أن أكون شخصاً واحداً، أنا نفسي”
― خورخي لويس بورخيس, Dreamtigers

“He thought that the rose was to be found in its own eternity and not in his words; and that we may mention or allude to a thing, but not express it.”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Dreamtigers

“The machinery of the world is far too complex for the simplicity of men.”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Dreamtigers

“Leaving behind the babble of the plaza, I enter the Library. I feel, almost physically, the gravitation of the books, the enveloping serenity of order, time magically dessicated and preserved.”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Dreamtigers

“من منا، نحن الاثنين، يكتب الآن، عن أنا متعددة، وكآبة واحدة؟”
― خورخي لويس بورخيس, Dreamtigers

“يؤدي التأمل بالذات الى التأمل بالآخر، والتعرف على الذات الى تضييعها في سلسلة الآخرين اللامتناهية”
― خورخي لويس بورخيس, Dreamtigers

“It must be that I am not made to be a dead man, but these places and this discussion seem like a dream, and not a dream dreamed by me but by someone else still to be born.”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Dreamtigers

“للزمن الانتصارات، وللإنسان الهزائم”
― خورخي لويس بورخيس, Dreamtigers

“البداية هي النهاية بعينها. وإذا بحثت عن شيء وجدته في غيره لا في ذاته”
― خورخي لويس بورخيس, Dreamtigers

“(...) 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.”
― Jorge Luis Borges, El hacedor

“ويبدو أنك تلاحظ وجود شيء ما يخصك، مثل برعم ينكسر نصف انكسارةٍ ويموت”
― خورخي لويس بورخيس, Dreamtigers

“There is a line in Verlaine I shall not recall again,
There is a street close by forbidden to my feet,
There's a mirror that's seen me for the very last time,
There is a door that I have locked till the end of the world.
Among the books in my library (I have them before me)
There are some that I shall never open now.
This summer I complete my fiftieth year;
Death is gnawing at me ceaselessly.”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Dreamtigers

“أن نعرف أننا نكفّ عن الوجود، تماماً كالنهر، وان وجوهنا تتلاشى، تماماً كالمياه”
― خورخي لويس بورخيس, Dreamtigers

“All things left her, all
But one. Her highborn courtliness
Accompanied her to the end,
Beyond the rapture and its eclipse,
In a way like an angel's. Of Elvira
The first thing that I saw - such years ago -
Was her smile and also it was the last.”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Dreamtigers

“ما أرق تدرج الألوان، وما أطول السلسلة”
― خورخي لويس بورخيس, Dreamtigers

“لم ينعم النظر في مباهج الذاكرة.ثمة أشياء، في وسعها أن تملأ روحه تماماً الا انه شيئاً فشيئاً أفلَت منه العالم الجميل، لم تكن الليلة عامرة بالنجوم، والأرض تحت قدميه موضع شك. كان كل شيء يزداد نأياً وضبابية.”
― خورخي لويس بورخيس, Dreamtigers

“دون عويلٍ أو غيظ، سيثلم الزمن حدّ أكثر السيوف بطولة”
― خورخي لويس بورخيس, Dreamtigers

“ليست الشجاعة سوى قضية صمود”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Dreamtigers

“God, in the dream, illumined the animal's brutishness and he understood the reasons, and accepted his destiny; but when he awoke there was only a dark resignation, a valiant ignorance, for the machinery of the world is far too complex for the simplicity of a wild beast.
Years later, Dante was dying in Ravenna, as unjustified and as lonely as any other man. In a dream, God declared to him the secret purpose of his life and work; Dante, in wonderment, knew at last who and what he was and blessed the bitterness of his life....upon waking, he felt that he had received and lost an infinite thing, something that he would not be able to recuperate or even glimpse, for the machinery of the world is much too complex for the simplicity of a man.”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Dreamtigers

“لم تكن الليلة عامرة بالنجوم، والأرض تحت قدميه موضع شك. كان كل شيء يزداد نأياً وضبابية”
― خورخي لويس بورخيس, Dreamtigers

“Perhaps a feature of the crucified face lurks in every mirror; perhaps the face died, was erased, so that God may be all of us. Who knows but that tonight we may see it in the labyrinth of dreams, and tomorrow not know we saw it.”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Dreamtigers

“Others died, but it happened in the past,
The season (as all men know) most favorable for death.
Is it possible that I, subject of Yaqub Almansur,
Must die as roses had to die and Aristotle?”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Dreamtigers

“إذ توجدالأسطورة في أول الأدب، وتوجد في آخره أيضًا”
― خورخي لويس بورخيس, Dreamtigers

“Of all the books I have delivered to the presses, none, I think, is as personal as the straggling collection mustered for this hodgepodge, precisely because it abounds in reflections and interpolations.
Few things have happened to me, and I have read a great many. Or rather, few things have happened to me more worth remembering than Schopenhauer's thought or the music of England's words.”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Dreamtigers

“In my soul the afternoon grows wider and I reflect.”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Dreamtigers

“Tomorrow, in the fields of my kingdom, may you have a happy battle.
May your kingly hands be terrible in weaving the sword stuff.
May those opposing your sword become meat for the red swan.
May your many gods glut you with glory, may they glut you with blood.
Victorious may you be in the dawn, king who treads on Ireland.
Of your many days may none shine bright as tomorrow.
Because that day will be the last. I swear it to you, King Magnus.
For before its light is blotted, I shall vanquish you and blot you out, Magnus Barfod.”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Dreamtigers

“Little has happened to me in my lifetime, but I have read much.”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Dreamtigers

“Out of this city marched armies that seemed to be great, and afterwards were when glory had magnified them.
As the years went by, an occasional soldier returned, and with a foreign trace to his speech, told tales of what had happened to him in places called Ituzaingo or Ayacucho.
These things, now, are as if they had never been.

--"Martin Fierro”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Dreamtigers