Gabriel García Márquez, Love In The Time Of Cholera Quotes
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.
Take advantage of it now, while you are young, and suffer all you can, because these things don't last your whole life.
He was still too young to know that the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.
and the two of them loved each other for a long time in silence without making love again.
he dared to explore her withered neck w/his fingertips…her hips w/their decaying bones, her thighs with their aging veins.
In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory.
wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good.
One could be happy not only without love, but despite it.
One had to live a long time to know a man's true nature.
Dr Urbino did not agree: in his opinion a Liberal president was exactly the same as a Conservative president, but not as well dressed.
The wind from the Caribbean blew in the windows along with the racket made by the birds, and Fermina Daza felt in her blood the wild beating of her free will.
If they had learned anything together, it was that wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good.
Then he looked at Florentino Ariza, his invincible power, his intrepid love, and he was overwhelmed by the belated suspicion that it is life, more than death, that has no limits.
..he read whatever came his way, as if it had been ordained by fate, ..
...as he was combing his hair in front of the mirror...only then did he understand that a man knows when he is growing older because he begins to look like his father.
Remember that everything that is good, whatever it’s origin, comes from the holy spirit.
Each man is master of his own death and all that we can do when the time comes is to help him die without fear of pain.
Dogs were not loyal but servile, that cats were opportunists and traitors,
The feverish excitement of twenty had been something very noble, very beautiful, but it had not been love.
It was that wisdom to us when it can no longer do any good
A century ago, life screwed that poor man and me because we were too young, and now they want to do the same thing because we are too old.
She was impressed by its simplicity and its seriousness, and the rage she had cultivated with so much love for so many days faded away on the spot.
No one described him better than he did when someone accused him of being rich. “No, not rich, ” he said. “I am a poor man with money, which is not the same thing.
I do not believe in decent women who do not know how to play the piano.