She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worstโฆ Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart 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.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezI have learned that a man has the right and obligation to look down at another man, only when that man needs help to get up from the ground.
Gabriel Garcia Marquezand it was always without pretensions of loving or being loved although always in the hope of finding something that resembled love but without the problems of love.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezWhy were you so old when we met? I answered with the truth: Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezI must try and break through the cliches about Latin America. Superpowers and other outsiders have fought over us for centuries in ways that have nothing to do with our problems. In reality we are all alone.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez