The romantic ceiling of mourning, Borges is so good at writing

The romantic ceiling of mourning in Borges

The moon does not know her tranquility and brightness, and does not even know that she is the moon; the gravel does not know that she is gravel. Nothing knows its unique appearance. ——"Deep Rose"

Always a solitary rose, always a rose among roses, a Platonic first-blooming flower, passionate and blind that I do not praise Rose, an elusive rose. ——"Rose"

What can I do to keep you? I give you the thin streets, the despairing sunset, the moon in the wilderness, and I give you the sadness of a person who has been looking at the lonely moon for a long time. ——"What can I do to keep you good"

As the years go by, everyone has to bear an increasingly heavy burden of memory. Excessive hope naturally produces extreme disappointment. ——"The Library of Babel"

When I look up at the moon, what I see is not just a luminous body in the sky, it is also the luminary of Virgil (ancient Roman poet), Shakespeare, and Verlaine (France). poet), Gongora (Spanish poet, playwright) of the moon. ——"Moon"

Life is so eternal, so soft and sweet, so I feel uncomfortable saying goodbye to life.

Courage should always be praised, and hope will never be in vain.

Return to ordinary things, water, bread, a pitcher, and a few roses.

Falling in love with someone is like creating a belief and serving a god who can fall at any time.

Death is like water disappearing into water.

Each ending is the starting point for other bifurcations. ——"The Garden of Forking Paths"

Human memory is not an addition, it is a mixture of possibilities with unclear meanings. ——"Shakespeare's Memory"

Life is difficult, and I set off again with my broken oar. ——"The Biography of Villains"

I always secretly imagine that heaven should be like a library. ——"Poems About God's Gift"

All failures are mysterious victories, and all deaths are suicides. "German Requiem"

What makes people feel distant is not the length of time, but the two or three irreversible things.

There is such loneliness in that piece of gold. On many nights, the moon was not the moon that our ancestor Adam saw. Over the long years the Night's Watch had filled her with ancient sorrows. Look at her, she is your mirror.