"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 the patient labyrinth of lines traces the lineaments of his own face."

Jorge Luis Borges, The Aleph (via fuckyeahjorgeluisborges)

"We judge others by their actions, but want others to judge us by our capabilities."

Jorge Luis Borges

"I think that the reader should enrich what he is reading. He should misunderstand the text; he should change it into something else."

Jorge Luis Borges

"Life and death have been lacking in my life."

Jorge Luis Borges

Anonymous said: Hi, I saw you allow submissions, can we submit in Spanish too? Thx in advance, nice tumblr ^^

yes! Please do :)

thanks ^^

"I do not write for a select minority, which means nothing
to me, nor for that adulated platonic entity known as
‘The Masses’. Both abstractions, so dear to the demagogue,
I disbelieve in. I write for myself and for my friends,
and I write to ease the passing of time."

Jorge Luis Borges, Book of Sand

nevver:

Jorge Luis Borges

born on this day - August 24th 1899

nevver:

Jorge Luis Borges

born on this day - August 24th 1899

(via literatureismyutopia)

"'I cannot sleep unless I am surrounded by books.'"

Jorge Luis Borges

Happy Birthday!!!! - born on this day -  24.08.1899

sexymnymphos:

I couldn’t sleep that night. Towards the dawn I dreamed of an engraving in the style of Piranesi that I’d never seen, or had seen and forgotten, which represented the labyrinth. It was a stone amphitheater, surrounded by cypresses and taller than these. It had no doors or windows, but an infinite row of vertical, narrow slits. With the help of a magnifying glass I tried to find the Minotaur. I eventually found him. It was the monster of a monster; more bison than bull, his body lying in the dirt, sleeping, perhaps dreaming. Dreaming of what, of whom?
—Jorge Luis Borges, There Are More Things

sexymnymphos:

I couldn’t sleep that night. Towards the dawn I dreamed of an engraving in the style of Piranesi that I’d never seen, or had seen and forgotten, which represented the labyrinth. It was a stone amphitheater, surrounded by cypresses and taller than these. It had no doors or windows, but an infinite row of vertical, narrow slits. With the help of a magnifying glass I tried to find the Minotaur. I eventually found him. It was the monster of a monster; more bison than bull, his body lying in the dirt, sleeping, perhaps dreaming. Dreaming of what, of whom?

Jorge Luis Borges, There Are More Things

(via cyborges)

Are You In A Jorge Luis Borges Story?

the-library-and-step-on-it:

You may be a man, but then again you may be a mathematical thought experiment; it’s difficult to tell.