Jorge Rafael Videla Quotes

I was extremely shy of approaching my hero but he, as I found out, was sorely in need of company. By then almost completely blind, he was claustrated and even a little confused and this may help explain the rather shocking attitude that he took to the blunt trauma that was being inflicted in the streets and squares around him. 'This was my country and it might be yet,' he intoned to me when the topic first came up, as it had to: 'But something came between it and the sun.' This couplet he claimed (I have never been able to locate it) was from Edmund Blunden, whose gnarled hand I had been so excited to shake all those years ago, but it was not the Videla junta that Borges meant by the allusion. It was the pre-existing rule of Juan Perón, which he felt had depraved and corrupted Argentine society. I didn't disagree with this at all - and Perón had victimized Borges's mother and sister as well as having Borges himself fired from his job at the National Library - but it was nonetheless sad to hear the old man saying that he heartily preferred the new uniformed regime, as being one of 'gentlemen' as opposed to 'pimps.' This was a touch like listening to Evelyn Waugh at his most liverish and bufferish. (It was also partly redeemed by a piece of learned philology or etymology concerning the Buenos Aires dockside slang for pimp: canfinflero. 'A canfinfla, you see,' said Borges with perfect composure, 'is a pussy or more exactly a cunt. So a canfinflero is a trafficker in cunt: in Ang ~ Christopher Hitchens

Well, as Hannah Arendt famously said, there can be a banal aspect to evil. In other words, it doesn't present always. I mean, often what you're meeting is a very mediocre person. But nonetheless, you can get a sort of frisson of wickedness from them. And the best combination of those, I think, I describe him in the book, is/was General Jorge Rafael Videla of Argentina, who I met in the late 1970s when the death squad war was at its height, and his fellow citizens were disappearing off the street all the time. And he was, in some ways, extremely banal. I describe him as looking like a human toothbrush. He was a sort of starch, lean officer with a silly mustache, and a very stupid look to him, but a very fanatical glint as well. And, if I'd tell you why he's now under house arrest in Argentina, you might get a sense of the horror I felt as I was asking him questions about all this. He's in prison in Argentina for selling the children of the rape victims among the private prisoners, who he kept in a personal jail. And I don't know if I've ever met anyone who's done anything as sort of condensedly horrible as that. ~ Christopher Hitchens

My subordinates followed my orders. ~ Jorge Rafael Videla

..:One must have dreams and goals.
One must aspire to greatness.
One must not be content with just the crumbs of life:.. ~ Rafael Garcia

..:Sometimes we get attached to people or things.
And those very things or people,
Are the very things that are keeping us from moving
Forward to our Divine Destiny and Purpose:.. ~ Rafael Garcia

Misery requires paradises lost ~ Jorge Luis Borges

Life itself is a quotation. ~ Jorge Luis Borges

..:Seek wisdom about the good life, yet, remain innocent when it comes to evil… Pursue a life that creates peace and builds up our brothers and sisters…
Seek not your own rewards nor benefits by doing so… For what good would there be in doing this???
Welcome all people, whether weak in faith or spirit without debaiting and disputing their opinions… Build them up…
Get rid off umpleasant old memories and negative habits… It's time to clean up and renew your mind set… It's time to start flying high once again or for the very first time…
The view at the top its a lot better, yet, the in between process is what makes it sweeter and a lot better if we truly learn while at it…
Remember, what you are constantly thinking of, that, you will eventually will become… Have a great and awesome day…
<> Preach and reach where no one else has before nor dares to go… Make the difference today… But most importantly, live what you preach and preach what you live:.. ~ Rafael Garcia

This felicitous supposition declared that there is only one Individual, and that this indivisible Individual is every one of the separate beings in the universe, and that these beings are the instruments and masks of divinity itself. ~ Jorge Luis Borges

The truth. Why are we so obsessed with the truth - begging for it, asking for it, demanding it, when all we really want to do is confirm our own vision of reality? ~ Jorge Volpi

I desire a society which selects its rulers from the best elements of every class and denies the right of any class or corporation to usurp the government itself
whether it be the nobles, the clergy, the bourgeoisie, or the proletariat. For government by any class is fatal to the welfare of the whole, ~ Rafael Sabatini

The manager has always shown a lot of faith in me, and the fact that I gave up my home in Barcelona and family in Barcelona to come to Liverpool shows how much faith I have in Rafael Benitez. ~ Luis Garcia

I am very poor - for a know nothing, understand nothing. It is not a calamitous condition until it is realized. ~ Rafael Sabatini

While we are asleep in this world, we are awake in another one ~ Jorge Luis Borges

He was recovering his normal self amazingly under the inspiring stimulus of conflict. ~ Rafael Sabatini

As 'Possession' progresses, it seems less and less like the usual satire about academia and more like something by Jorge Luis Borges. ~ Jay Parini

There are only two markets, ultraluxury and subsidized housing. ~ Rafael Vinoly

He couldn't have known it, but among the original run of The History of Love, at least one copy was destined to change a life.

This particular book was one of the last of the two thousand to be printed, and sat for longer than the rest in a warehouse in the outskirts of Santiago, absorbing the humidity. From there it was finally sent to a bookstore in Buenos Aires. The careless owner hardly noticed it, and for some years it languished on the shelves, acquiring a pattern of mildew across the cover. It was a slim volume, and its position on the shelf wasn't exactly prime: crowded on the left by an overweight biography of a minor actress, and on the right by the once-bestselling novel of an author that everyone had since forgotten, it hardly left its spine visible to even the most rigorous browser. When the store changed owners it fell victim to a massive clearance, and was trucked off to another warehouse, foul, dingy, crawling with daddy longlegs, where it remained in the dark and damp before finally being sent to a small secondhand bookstore not far from the home of the writer Jorge Luis Borges.

The owner took her time unpacking the books she'd bought cheaply and in bulk from the warehouse. One morning, going through the boxes, she discovered the mildewed copy of The History of Love. She'd never heard of it, but the title caught her eye. She put it aside, and during a slow hour in the shop she read the opening chapter, called 'The Age of Silence.'
Nicole Krauss

Life was good, one had only to live it. ~ Jorge Amado

I think when you compete every week, when you play under pressure daily, you find your rituals to be 100 percent focused on what you're doing. ~ Rafael Nadal

panchitos, blacks, ~ Rafael Chirbes

I still take advice from my mum on what clothes look good on me. I used to listen to her a lot more, but I've started to choose my own things from time to time. ~ Rafael Nadal

The future is inevitable and precise, but it may not occur. God lurks in the gaps. ~ Jorge Luis Borges

There's nothing that makes an artist more beloved than the audience pitying him because his work comes at a price they would never pay. ~ Rafael Yglesias

Also, serial killers, child killers, they're hot, they're the new cool kids, the new vampires, the new zombies, everybody's favourite spook monster. ~ Rafael Yglesias

What you really value is what you miss, not what you have. ~ Jorge Luis Borges

Emma dropped the paper. Her first impression was of a weak feeling in her stomach and in her knees; then of blind guilt, of unreality, of coldness, of fear; then she wished that it were already the next day. Immediately afterwards she realized that that wish was futile because the death of her father was the only thing that had happened in the world, and it would go on happening endlessly. ~ Jorge Luis Borges

What one man does is something done, in some measure, by all men. For that reason a disobedience committed in a garden contaminates the human race; for that reason it is not unjust that the crucifixion of a single Jew suffices to safe it. Perhaps Schopenhauer is right: I am all others, any men is all men, Shakespeare is in some way the wretched John Vincent Moon. ~ Jorge Luis Borges

Let not the rash marble risk
garrulous breaches of oblivion's omnipotence,
in many words recalling
name, renown, events, birthplace.
All those glass jewels are best left in the dark.
Let not the marble say what men do not.
The essentials of the dead man's life
the trembling hope,
the implacable miracle of pain, the wonder of sensual delight
will abide forever.
Blindly the uncertain soul asks to continue
when it is the lives of others that will make that happen,
as you yourself are the mirror and image
of those who did not live as long as you
and others will be (and are) your immortality on earth. ~ Jorge Luis Borges

Methodical writing distracts me from the present condition of men. But the certainty that everything has been already written nullifies or makes phantoms of us all. ~ Jorge Luis Borges

Jeff had learned the wisdom of perversity and made his lonely secret into art. ~ Rafael Yglesias

Useless to tell myself that a dream
and the memory of yesterday are the same thing ~ BORGES JORGE LUIS

Do you wonder that they will ~ Rafael Sabatini

I dont have good luck in the match points. ~ Rafael Nadal

The mathematical sciences wield their particular language made of digits and signs, no less subtle than any other. ~ Jorge Luis Borges

I live in a grey world, rather like the silver screen world. But yellow stands out. ~ Jorge Luis Borges

To speak is to fall into tautology. ~ Jorge Luis Borges

I just enjoy the ride while I have it. ~ Jorge Garcia

The task of art is to transform what is continuously happening to us, to transform all of these things into symbols, into music, into something which can last in man's memory. That is our duty. If we don't fulfill it, we feel unhappy. ~ Jorge Luis Borges

We must thank GOD not only for putting us in the right place but also for uprooting us out from wrong places. ~ Jorge P. Guerrero

A man must sometimes laugh at himself or go mad,' said he. 'Few realize it. That is why there are so many madmen in the world. ~ Rafael Sabatini

The fact is that every author creates his own precursors. His work modifies our conception of the past, as it will modify the future. ~ Jorge Luis Borges

Jets center Nick Mangold honors murdered NYPD police officers Rafael Ramos (below, l.) and Wenjian Liu by wearing NYPD cap before game against Patriots Sunday. USA TODAY ~ Anonymous

All writing is dreaming ~ Jorge Luis Borges

Centuries of centuries and only in the present do things happen. - JORGE LUIS BORGES ~ Elizabeth Kolbert

Suenos. Dulces Suenos.
He must be painting upstairs.
I can feel it.
I remember when his father was just a baby and I called her Mama for the first time and she became Mama for all of us; Mama de la casa and his father would wake up in the middle of the night and scream in his crib and nothing would make him stop, nada, and Mama would get so exhausted she would turn her back to me and cry in her pillow.
I would smooth her hair-it was black, Basilio, as black as an olive-and I would turn on the radio (electricity, Basilio, in the middle of the night), to maybe calm the baby and listen to something besides the screaming.
Mama liked the radio, Basilio, and we listened while your father cried-cantante negra, cantante de almas azules-and it made us feel a little better, helped us make it through.
I had to get up early to catch the streetcar to the shipyard, but when the crying finally stopped sometimes the sun would be ready to pop and Mama's breathing would slow down and her shoulders would move like gentle waves, sleeping but still listening, like I can hear her now on this good bed, and Basilio-Mira, hombre, I will not tell you this again-if I moved very close and kissed her shoulders, she would turn to face me and we would have to be quiet Basilio, under the music, very, very quiet....
So this I want to know, Basilio.
This, if you want to live on Macon Street for another minute.
Can you paint an apple baked soft in the oven, an apple ~ Rafael Alvarez