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George Gordon Byron 227
English poet and a leading figure in the Romantic movement 1788–1824Related quotes
Stanza 21
Locksley Hall Sixty Years After (1886)
“Tradition is not the worship of ashes, but the preservation of fire.”
Jail Note Book of Shahid Bhagat Singh (1929) http://www.scribd.com/doc/9728510/Jail-Note-Book-of-Shahid-Bhagat-Singh
Fifth Day, Novel XLVIII (trans. W. K. Kelly)
L'Heptaméron (1558)
“When I am dead, I charge you to mingle our ashes and bury us together.”
Source: The Song of Achilles
“Of one thing I am perfectly sure: God's story never ends with 'ashes.”
Source: These Strange Ashes
“The fire which seems extinguished often slumbers beneath the ashes.”
Le feu qui semble éteint souvent dort sous la cendre.
Rodogune, act III, scene iv.
Rodogune (1644)
Faces in the Fire (1860), st. 13
Three Sunsets and Other Poems (1898)
"A New Refutation of Time" (1946) [" Nueva refutación del tiempo http://www.monografias.com/trabajos11/filoylit/filoylit.shtml"]
Variant translations:
And yet, and yet... Denying temporal succession, denying the self, denying the astronomical universe, are obvious acts of desperation and secret consolation. Our fate (unlike the hell of Swedenborg or the hell of Tibetan mythology) is not frightful because it is unreal; it is frightful because it is irreversible and ironclad. Time is the thing I am made of. Time is a river that sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that tears me apart, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire. The world, unfortunately, is real; I, unfortunately, am Borges.
Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
Other Inquisitions (1952)
Source: Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
Context: Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire. The world, unfortunately, is real; I, unfortunately, am Borges.
Context: And yet, and yet... Denying temporal succession, denying the self, denying the astronomical universe, are apparent desperations and secret consolations. Our destiny is not frightful by being unreal; it is frightful because it is irreversible and iron-clad. Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire. The world, unfortunately, is real; I, unfortunately, am Borges.