#luis

The three of them knew it. She was Kafka’s mistress. Kafka had dreamt her. The three of them knew it. He was Kafka’s friend. Kafka had dreamt him. The three of them knew it. The woman said to the friend, Tonight I want you to have me. The three of them knew it. The man replied: If we sin, Kafka will stop dreaming us. One of them knew it. There was no longer anyone on earth. Kafka said to himself Now the two of them have gone, I’m left alone. I’ll stop dreaming myself. ↗

— Jorge Luis Borges

#dream #dreams #ein-traum #franz-kafka #jorge-luis-borges

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

#dream #dreaming #inception #jorge-luis-borges #la-escritura-del-dios

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

#pleasure #thought #imagination

A life without memory is no life at all ↗

— Luis Buñuel

#luis-bunuel #memory #quote #life

Nobody really knows her Except the chosen few Her secrets are kept hidden Behind that sun-kissed hue. If I reach out to touch her She’ll just run away My Forever and Always Will have to wait another day. ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#luis #nikki #poem #love

We deserve each other, Luis … and I need you just as much as you need me. Hold me.” He steps closer, but hesitates. “If I do, mi chava, I can’t promise I’ll be able to let you go. ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#luis #nikki #love

I love you because you’re the only person I want to make love to without any conditions and—and I love that you need me. ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#love

Do not buy finery or jewels, because books are worth more than they are. Adorn your understanding with their precious ideas, because there is no luxury that dazzles like the luxury of science. ↗

— Luisa Capetillo

#luisa-capetillo #science

At a certain point talk about 'essence' and 'oneness' and the universal becomes more tautological than inquisitive. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#mysticism #tautology #love

Hay ciertos sentimientos que aumentan en el alma cuando se confían, y el amor es uno de ellos - Rafael San Luis ↗

— Alberto Blest Gana

#martín-rivas #rafael-san-luis #sentimientos #love