Gabriel Garcia Marquez Quotes
And both of them remained floating in an empty universe where the only everyday & eternal reality was love.
He could not understand why he had needed so many words to explain what he felt in war because one was enough: fear. ~Jose Aracadio Segundo Buendia After the second banana slaughter
He thought about his people without sentimentality, with a strict closing of his accounts with life, beginning to understand how much he really loved the people he hated most.
Florentina Ariza had kept his answer ready for fifty-three years, seven months and eleven days and nights. 'Forever,' he said.
Once again she shuddered with the evidence that time was not passing, as she had just admitted, but that it was turning in a circle.
The truth was that I could not manage my soul, and I was becoming aware of old age because of my weakness in the face of love.
Taught him the only thing he had to learn about love: that nobody teaches life anything.
Life had already given him sufficient reasons for knowing that no defeat was the final one.
we had made love without love, half-dressed most of the time and always in the dark so we could imagine ourselves as better than we were.
The only Virgos left in the world are people like you who were born in August.
He spent six hours examining things, trying to find a difference from their appearance on the previous day in the hope of discovering in them some change that would reveal the passage of time.
She sensed it, saw my eyes wet with tears, and only then must have discovered I was no longer the man I had been, and I endured her glance with a courage I never thought I had.
The year I turned ninety, I wanted to give myself the gift of a night of wild love with an adolescent virgin.
I want the same one, the way she always is, without failures, without fights, without bad memories.
No matter what you do this year or in the next hundred, you will be dead forever.
In that way the long-awaited visit, for which both had prepared questions and had even anticipated answers, was once more the usual everyday conversation.
A famous writer who wants to continue writing has to be constantly defending himself against fame.
This was his world, he said to himself, the sad, oppressive world that God had provided for him, and he was responsible to it.
the bells of glory that announced to the world the good news that the uncountable time of eternity had come to an end
El mundo habrá acabado de joderse -dijo entonces- el día en que los hombres viajen en primera clase y la literatura en el vagón de carga.
And again, as always, after so many years we were still in the same place we always were.
She let him finish, scratching his head with the tips of her fingers, and without his having revealed that he was weeping from love, she recognized immediately the oldest sobs in the history of man.
his mysterious resources had awakened in her a curiosity that was difficult to resist, but she had never imagined that curiosity was one of the many masks of love.
He thought that the world would make more rapid progress without the burden of old people.