Quotes From "The Aleph And Other Stories" By Jorge Luis Borges

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Emma dropped the paper. Her first impression was of a weak feeling in her stomach and in her knees; then of blind guilt, of unreality, of coldness, of fear; then she wished that it were already the next day. Immediately afterwards she realized that that wish was futile because the death of her father was the only thing that had happened in the world, and it would go on happening endlessly. Jorge Luis Borges
He was very religious he believed that he had a...
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He was very religious he believed that he had a secret pact with God which exempted him from doing good in exchange for prayers and piety. Jorge Luis Borges
I prayed aloud, less to plead for divine favor than...
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I prayed aloud, less to plead for divine favor than to intimidate the tribe with articulate speech. Jorge Luis Borges
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Tearing money is an impiety, like throwing away bread. Jorge Luis Borges
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So witless did these ideas strike me as being, so sweeping and pompous the way they were expressed, that I associated them immediately with literature. Jorge Luis Borges
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One day or one night–between my days and nights, what difference can there be?– I dreamed that there was a grain of sand on the floor of my cell. Unconcerned, I went back to sleep; I dreamed that I woke up and there were two grains of sand. Again I slept; I dreamed that now there were three. Thus the grains of sand multiplied, little by little, until they filled the cell and I was dying beneath that hemisphere of sand. I realized that I was dreaming; with a vast effort I woke myself. But waking up was useless– I was suffocated by the countless sand. Someone said to me: You have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of the grains of sand. The path that you are to take is endless, and you will die before you have truly awakened. I felt lost. The sand crushed my mouth, but I cried out: I cannot be killed by sand that I dream –nor is there any such thing as a dream within a dream.– Jorge Luis Borges, The Writing of the God. Jorge Luis Borges
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There are those who seek the love of a woman to forget her, to not think about her. Jorge Luis Borges
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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. Jorge Luis Borges