Romantic sentences written by Borges

1. What can I use to keep you? I give you sparse streets, desperate sunsets and unknown moons. I give you a sad person, looking at the lonely moon for a long time. -Borges "Two English Poems".

2. Destiny has no compassion. God's long night is endless. Your body is just time. The time that keeps passing, you are just every lonely moment. -Borges "You are not others".

3. You are God's music, sky, palace, river, angel and deep rose, which are hidden and endless. -Borges "Deep Rose".

I groped slowly in my darkness with a hesitant crutch. I always secretly imagine that heaven should be like a library. -Borges "Poems about Heaven-sent".

The house is not that big. What makes it look great is shadow, symmetry, mirror, long years, my unfamiliarity and loneliness. -Borges "Death and the Compass".

6. I will explain your life, your own theory, your real and magical existence to you. I give you my loneliness, my darkness and my inner desire; I tried to impress you with confusion, danger and failure. -Borges "What can I use to keep you".

7. The world will change, but I will never change. I think with sad conceit. -Borges "Alef".

8. Everyone gets everything from life, but most people don't know it. -Borges "Ondel".

9. I thought that one can be the enemy of others. Become the enemy of others for a period of time, not the enemy of a region, such as fireflies, words, gardens, water and wind. -Borges "Garden with Bifurcated Paths".

10, I give you all the insights contained in my book, and all the masculinity and humor I can have in my life. I give you the loyalty of someone you never trusted. -Borges "What can I use to keep you".

1 1, God controls the players and the players control the pieces. Behind God, which God has set the fetters of dust, time, dreams and pain? -Borges "Chess".

12, any fate, no matter how long and complicated, is actually only reflected in one moment: the moment when people fully realize who they really are. -The Biography of Tadeo Isidoro Cruz by Borges.

13 I write not for fame, nor for specific readers, but for the passage of time to reassure me. -Borges "Garden with Bifurcated Paths".

14, the gray smoke blurred the distant constellation, and everything in front of me lost its history and name. The world is just some immature shadows, people are still the original people, and rivers are still the original rivers. -Borges "The Moon in front of Saint Martin".

15, a rose keeps changing into another rose. You are a cloud, a sea, a forgetfulness, and you are also every self you have lost. -Borges "Cloud One".

16, in the dark, you have an invisible world and a clear self. -Borges, Selected Poems of Borges.