Will Garcia Quotes

Jealousy knows more than truth does.

Let me stay here," he said. "There was soap.

It was a love of perpetual flight.

The weak would never enter the kingdom of love.

Fatality makes us invisible.

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.

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

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.

Life is but a continual succession of opportunities for surviving.

Lost in the solitude of his immense power, he began to lose direction.

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.

Nothing resembles a person as much as the way he dies.

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.

It is impossible to explain. But what I like most is to eat.

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

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.

There had never been a death so foretold.

Fame is very agreeable, but the bad thing is that it goes on 24 hours a day.

Justice limps along, but gets there all the same.

He is ugly and sad, but he is all love.

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.

I plead youth as a mitigating circumstance.

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.

The first of the line is tied to a tree and the last is being eaten by the ants .

How strange women are.

I’ve remained a virgin for you.

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

Fame invades your private life. It takes away from the time that you spend with friends, and the time that you can work. It tends to isolate you from the real world.

Give me a prejudice and I will move the world.

One never quite stops believing, some doubt remains forever".

From the moment I wrote 'Leaf Storm' I realized I wanted to be a writer and that nobody could stop me and that the only thing left for me to do was to try to be the best writer in the world.

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

Tell him,' the colonel said, smiling, 'that a person doesn’t die when he should but when he can.

Morality, too, is a question of time.

Most fatal diseases had their own specific odor, but ... none was as specific as old age.

Thus they went on living in a reality that was slipping away, momentarily captured by words, but which would escape irremediably when they forgot the values of the written letters.

[The captain] looked at Florentino Ariza, his invincible power, his intrepid love and was overwhelmed by the belated suspicion that it is life, more than death, that has no limits.