Gabriel Garcia Marquez Quotes

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It was the time when they loved each other better, without haste or excess, when both were more aware and grateful for their incredible victories over adversity.

Do not fight so much, the best things happen when you do not expect it.

Writing is much more important than writing about it.

They all have three lives: a public life, a private life and a secret life.

During the weekend, the vultures entered the presidential palace by pecking through the screens of the balconies and the movement of their wings stirred the time stagnant in the interior, and at dawn on Monday the city awoke from its lethargy of centuries with the warm the soft breeze of a great dead man and the rotten greatness.

Imagine, a cow on the balcony of the nation, what a horrible thing, what a fucking country …

He ruled as if he felt predestined to never die
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Invulnerable to time, dedicated to the messianic happiness of thinking for us, knowing that we knew that he would not make any decision for us that did not have our measure, because he had not survived everything because of his inconceivable value or his infinite prudence, but because he was the unique among us who knew the real size of our destination.

Life is nothing more than a continuous succession of opportunities to survive.

Thinking that he would console him, he took a piece of coal and erased the countless loves he still owed him, and voluntarily brought out his own loneliest sorrows so as not to leave him alone in his weeping.

In his last years he would still remember the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in his memory.

But that afternoon he wondered, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if that ruthless indifference would not be a subterfuge to hide the torments of love.

The people of the United States are one of the people I most admire in the world. The only thing I do not understand is why a country that manages so well can not do better by electing its president.

It is impossible to explain. But what I like the most is eating.

I do not have a method All I do is read a lot, think hard and constantly rewrite. It is not a scientific thing.

Ah, me, if this is love, then how do you torment it.

One had to live a long time to know the true nature of a man.

Take advantage now, while you are young, and suffer as much as you can, because these things do not last your whole life.

When I stop and contemplate my destiny and see the path through which you have led me, I come to an end, naive as I gave myself to someone who is my undoing and my end.

One could be happy not only without love, but in spite of that.

But he could not give up his infinite capacity for hope at the moment when he needed it the most … he saw fireflies where there were none.

Life had already given him enough reasons to know that no defeat was the last.

I will never fall in love again … it’s like having two souls at the same time.

They looked like two children, “she told me, and that thought scared her, because she had always felt that only children are capable of everything.

Hatred and love are reciprocal passions.

Tell him, ‘said the colonel, smiling,’ that a person does not die when he should, but when he can.

The only thing worse than bad health is a bad name.

Everything that belonged to her husband made her cry again: her slippers with tassels, her pajamas under the pillow, the space of her absence in the dressing table mirror, her own smell on the skin. A vague thought made her shudder: “People who love should take all their things with them when they die.
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Seeing him like that, dressed only for her in such a patent way, he could not contain the fiery blush that rose to his face. She was embarrassed when she greeted him, and he was more embarrassed by her shame. The knowledge that they were behaving as if they were boyfriends was even more embarrassing, and the knowledge that both were ashamed of them embarrassed them so much that Captain Samaritan noticed them with a tremor of compassion.

Older people, with other elderly people, are not that old.

Why do you insist on talking about what does not exist?

There is no greater misfortune than dying alone.

I would give the children wings, but I would let them learn to fly alone.

How strange women are.

The door opened a crack wide enough for everyone to pass.

The weak would never enter the realm of love.

She had the revelation one Sunday that, while the other instruments played for everyone, the violen played only for her.

I had never imagined that curiosity was one of the many masks of love.

That is perhaps the reason why he does so many things so that he does not have to think.

His place was always on the table, in case he came out of the dead without warning.

She sought the truth with an anguish almost as great as her terrible fear of finding it.

The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with loneliness.

You never stop believing, some doubts remain forever. ”

The rain would not have bothered Fernanda, after all, all her life had gone by as if it was raining.

I advocate for youth as a mitigating circumstance.

The first of the line is tied to a tree and the last one is devoured by ants.
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His first reaction was one of hope, because his eyes were open and shining with a radiant light that he had never seen before. She prayed to God to give her at least a moment so that she would not leave without knowing how much she had loved him despite all her doubts, and she felt an irresistible desire to start a life with him once again in order to be able to say what she had left without saying and did everything right because they had done badly in the past. But she had to give in to the intransigence of death. (Love in times of anger)

The world was reduced to the surface of his skin and his inner self was safe from all bitterness.

Inspiration does not give warnings.

The anxiety of falling in love could not find rest, except in bed.

For oppression, looting and abandonment, we respond with life.

The lies of children are signs of great talent.

The other day they asked me if I would be interested in the Nobel Prize, but I think it would be an absolute catastrophe for me. I would certainly be interested in deserving it, but receiving it would be terrible. It would simply complicate even more the problems of fame. The only thing I really regret in life is not having a daughter.

Curiosity is one of the many masks of love.

She was lost in her desire to understand.

It was then that she asked him if it was true that love conquered everything, as the songs said. “It’s true,” he replied, “but I’d do well not to believe it.”

Soon it acquired the sad look that one sees in vegetarians.

He let himself be influenced by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life forces them to give birth again and again.

It was the year they fell in a devastating love. Neither could do anything but think about the other, dream about the other and wait for the letters with the same impatience they felt when they responded.

Things have a life of their own, “proclaimed the gypsy with a harsh accent. It is simply a matter of awakening their souls.

He begged so much that he lost his voice. His bones began to fill with words.

Age is not the age you have but the age you feel.

As he kissed her, the heat of his body increased, and he exhaled a wild and indomitable fragrance.

People who love must carry all their things when they die.

Every man owns his own death, and all we can do when the time comes is to help him die without fear of pain.

Fatality makes us invisible.

The world had finished getting screwed then the day when men travel in first class and literature in the freight car.

No matter what, no one can take away the dances you’ve already had.

He recognized her despite the uproar, through her tears of unrepeatable grief for dying without her, and he looked at her for the last time with eyes more luminous, more afflicted, more grateful than he had seen them in the middle Century of a shared life , and he managed to say with his last breath: “God only knows how much I loved you

To everyone, I would tell them how wrong they are when they think that they stop falling in love when they get old, without knowing that they get old when they stop falling in love … ”

Wherever they are, they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that each past spring could never be recovered, and that the most savage and tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.

The only Virgos left in the world are people like you who were born in August.

That’s when I heard that the first symptom of old age is when you start to look like your father.
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For a week I did not take off my mechanic’s robe either day or night, I did not bathe, I shaved or brushed my teeth because love taught me too late that you get ready for someone and you perfume for someone, and had never had to no one. do that for.

He had always understood that to die of love was a mere poetic license.

and it was always unpretentious to love or be loved, although always with the hope of finding something that resembled love but without the problems of love.

Because you were born, because I have life, because I will die, because now I am dying.

Do not let me forget you

For those who may be hurt by lost love: Do not cry because it’s over … Smile because it happened.

He was healthier than the rest of us, but when you heard with the stethoscope you could hear the tears bubbling inside his heart.

And again, as always, after so many years we were still in the same place where we always were.

She said: “Someone should invent something to do with things that you can not use, but you can not discard yet.”

It was also his nature that caused his letters to avoid emotional traps and limit themselves to relating the events of his daily life with the utilitarian style of a ship’s record. Actually, they were distracted cards, designed to keep the coals alive without putting their hands on the fire, while Florentino Ariza burned alive in each line.

One night, a friend lent me a story book by Franz Kafka. I went back to the boarding house where I was staying and started reading The metamorphosis. The first line almost pulled me from the bed. I was very surprised. The first line says: “When Gregor Samsa woke up that morning from his uncomfortable dreams, he was transformed into his bed into a gigantic insect …”. When I read the line, I thought to myself that I did not know that anyone was allowed to write things like that. If I had known, I would have started writing long ago. Immediately I started writing short stories.

There was a house at the foot of the tower, near the rumble of the waves breaking against the cliffs, where love was more intense because it seemed like a shipwreck.

One night, a friend lent me a story book by Franz Kafka. I went back to the boarding house where I was staying and started reading The metamorphosis. The first line almost pulled me from the bed. I was very surprised. The first line says: “When Gregor Samsa woke up that morning from his uncomfortable dreams, he was transformed into his bed into a gigantic insect …”. When I read the line, I thought to myself that I did not know that anyone was allowed to write things like that. If I had known, I would have started writing long ago. Immediately I started writing short stories.

Today, when I saw you, I realized that what is between us is nothing but an illusion.

When he crossed the kitchen, he kissed Rebecca on the forehead. “Get those bad thoughts out of your head,” he said. “You will be happy”.

He said that love was an emotion against nature that condemned two strangers to a low and unhealthy dependency, and the more intense it was, the more ephemeral.

We will grow old waiting.

A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the earth.

She felt so old, so exhausted, so far from the best moments of her life that she even longed for what she remembered as the worst … Her heart of compressed ash, which had withstood the most forceful blows of everyday reality without effort, It came down with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.

At first, when the world was new and had no name, my father took me to see the ice.

Many years later, while facing the firing squad, General Aureliano Buendía remembered that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover the ice.

Aureliano not only understood by then, also lived the experiences of his brother as his own, because on one occasion when the latter was explaining in great detail the mechanism of love, he interrupted to ask: “How does it feel?” José Arcadio gave an immediate response: “It’s like an earthquake.

A hawk chasing a warrior crane can only expect a life of pain.

It is not that the girl is not suitable for everything, it is that she is not of this world.

I have remained a virgin for you.

Horses frighten me as much as chickens, “he said. That is very bad, because the lack of communication with horses has impeded human progress, “Abrenuncio said. If we ever break down the barriers, we could produce the centaur.

Tell him, “the colonel said, smiling, ‘that a person’ dies when he should, but when he can ‘.

One night, a friend lent me a story book by Franz Kafka. I went back to the boarding house where I was staying and started reading The metamorphosis. The first line almost pulled me from the bed. I was very surprised. The first line says: “When Gregor Samsa woke up that morning from his uncomfortable dreams, he was transformed into his bed into a gigantic insect …”. When I read the line, I thought to myself that I did know that someone was allowed to write things like that. If I had known, I would have started writing long ago. Immediately I started writing short stories.

He had to teach him to think of love as a state of grace: not the means to anything other than the alpha and the omega, an end in itself.

He thought of his people without sentimentality, with a closure of their accounts with life, beginning to understand how much he really loved the people he hated the most.

Only God knows how much I love you.

Death really did not matter to him, but life did, and therefore the feeling he felt when they gave his decision was not a feeling of fear, but of nostalgia.

Although some men who were easy with their words said it was worth sacrificing their lives for a night of love with such an exciting woman, the truth is that no one made any effort to do so. Perhaps, not only to reach it but also to conjure its dangers, all that was needed was a feeling as primitive and as simple as that of love, but that was the only thing that nobody could think of.

Cease, cows, life is short.

One can be in love with several people at the same time, feel sadness with each one and not betray any of them.

He always had a headache, or it was too hot, always, or he pretended to be asleep, or he had his period again, his period, always his period. So much so that Dr. Urbino had dared to say in class, just for the relief of venting without confession, that after ten years of marriage women had their periods as often as three times a week.

All human beings have three lives: public, private and secret.

The truth is that the first changes are so slow that they go almost unnoticed, and you continue to see yourself as always, from within, but others watch you from the outside.

it is a triumph of life that the elderly lose their memories of inessential things …

we had made love without love, half dressed most of the time and always in the dark to be able to imagine ourselves better than us.

Her nudity was not absolute, because like Manet’s Olympia, behind her ear was a poisonous flower with orange petals, and she also wore a gold bracelet on her right wrist and a necklace of small pearls. I imagined that I would never see anything more exciting as long as I lived, and today I can confirm that I was right.

He shook my hand and said goodbye with a phrase that could have been good advice or a threat: “Take good care of yourself.

Why were you so old when we met? I answered with the truth: age is not the age you have, but the age you feel.

I want the same, as always, without failures, without fights, without bad memories.

Blood flowed through his veins with the flow of a song that branched into the most hidden areas of his body and returned to his heart, purified by love.

He likes to try everything, out of curiosity, but he will regret it if he does not let himself be guided by his heart.

I realized that the invincible power that has moved the world is unrequited love, not happy.

The truth was that I could not handle my soul, and I was becoming aware of old age due to my weakness in the face of love.

Jealousy knows more than the truth.

She felt it, saw my eyes soaked in tears, and only then should she discover that I was not the man she had been, and I held her gaze with a courage I never thought I had.

The truth is that I’m getting old, I said. We are old, he said with a sigh. What happens is that you do not feel it inside, but from the outside everyone can see it.

It was, at last, real life, with my heart safe and condemned to die of happy love in the joyous agony of any day after my hundredth birthday.

I discovered the miracle that all the things that sound are music, including dishes and cutlery in the dishwasher, provided they fulfill the illusion of showing us where life is going.





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