Gabriel Garcia Marquez Quotes

It was as if they had leapt over the arduous cavalry of conjugal life and gone straight to the heart of love. They were together in silence like an old married couple wary of life, beyond the pitfalls of passion, beyond the brutal mockery of hope and the phantoms of disillusion: beyond love. For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.

One minute of reconciliation is worth more than a whole life of friendship!

She had never imagined that curiosty was one of the many masks of love .

It's much more important to write than to be written about.

This was when I heard that the first symptom of old age is when you begin to resemble your father.

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

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

races condemned to 100 years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.

No matter what you do this year or in the next hundred, you will be dead forever.

It was also her nature that caused her letters to avoid emotional pitfalls and confine themselves to relating the events of her daily life in the utilitarian style of a ship's log. In reality they were distracted letters, intended to keep the coals alive without putting her hand in the fire, while Florentino Ariza burned himself alive in every line.

The truth is I'm getting old, I said. We already are old, she said with a sigh. What happens is that you don't feel it on the inside, but from the outside everybody can see it.

The children would remember for the rest of their lives the august solemnity with which their father, devastated by his prolonged vigil and by the wraith of his imagination, revealed his discovery to them: 'The world is round, like an orange.

The only difference today between Liberals and Conservatives is that the Liberals go to mass at five o'clock and the Conservatives at eight.

the bells of glory that announced to the world the good news that the uncountable time of eternity had come to an end

Fatality makes us invisible.

Just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they happened.

In the plenitude of their relationship, Florentina Ariza asked himself which of the two was love: the turbulent bed or the peaceful Sunday afternoons, and Sara Noriega calmed him with the simple argument that love was everything they did naked. She said, 'Spiritual love from the waist up and physical love from the waist down.

Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it.

Humanity, like armies in the field, advances at the speed of the slowest.

Your first realization when you become an important person is that all day and all night, whatever the circumstances, people want to hear you talk about yourself.

She knew that he loved her above all else, more than anything in the world, but only for his own sake.

I discovered the miracle that all things that sound are music, including the dishes and silverware in the dishwasher, as long as they fulfill the illusion of showing us where life is heading.

There was no sleeper more elegant than she, with her curved body posed for a dance and her hand across her forehead, but there was also no one more ferocious when anyone disturbed the sensuality of her thinking she was still asleep when she no longer was.

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 worst… 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.

he dared to explore her withered neck w/his fingertips…her hips w/their decaying bones, her thighs with their aging veins.

A man should have two wives: one to love and one to sew on his buttons.

All my life, I've been frightened at the moment I sit down to write.

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.

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.

...The girl raised her eyes to see who was passing by the window, and that casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that still had not ended half a century later.

Invulnerable to time, dedicated to the messianic happiness of thinking for us, knowing that we knew that he would not take any decision for us that did not have our measure, for he had not survived everything because of his inconceivable courage or his infinite prudence but because he was the only one among us who knew the real size of our destiny.

To oppression, plundering and abandonment, we respond with life.

I do not believe there is a method better than Montessori for making children sensitive to the beauties of the world and awakening their curiosity regarding the secrets of life.

An artisan without memories, whose only dream was to die of fatigue in the oblivion and misery of his little gold fishes.

There is bound to be someone driven mad by love who will give you the chance to study the effects of gold cyanide on a cadaver. And when you do find one, observe with care, they almost always have crystals in their heart

Very well, I will marry you if you promise not to make me eat eggplant.

If God hadn't rested on Sunday, He would have had time to finish the world.

The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.

He always considered death an unavoidable professional hazard.

It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.

Inspiration gives no warnings.

Don't open that door," she said. "The hallway is full of difficult dreams." And I asked her: "How do you know?" And she told me: "Because I was there a moment ago and I had to come back when I discovered I was sleeping on my heart.

I can't think of any one film that improved on a good novel, but I can think of many good films that came from very bad novels.

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

Make no mistake: peaceful madmen are ahead of the future.

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.

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.

A famous writer who wants to continue writing has to be constantly defending himself against fame.