Gabriel García Márquez Quotes

"But what worries me is not your shooting me, because after all, for people like us it's a natural death." He laid his glasses on the bed and took off his watch and chain. "What worries me," he went on, "is that out of so much hatred for the military, out of fighting them so much and thinking about them so much, you've ended up as bad as they are. And no ideal in life is worth that much baseness."

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.

The only thing he could do to stay alive was not to allow himself the anguish of that memory. He erased it from his mind, although from time to time in the years that were left to him he would feel it revive, with no warning and for no reason, like the sudden pang of an old scar.

Even when the winds of misfortune blow, amazing things can still happen.

Those who wanted to sleep, not from fatigue but because of the nostalgia of dreams...

ليس صحيحاً أن المرء يكف عن الحلم حين يصبح عجوزاً .. بل يصبح عجوزاً حين يكف عن الحلم || جابريال جارسيا ماركيز ...

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

Es la vida, más que la muerte, la que no tiene límites.

It was the last that remained of a past whose annihilation had not taken place because it was still in a process of annihilation, consuming itself from within, ending at every moment but never ending its ending.

I want the same one, the way she always is, without failures, without fights, without bad memories.

Don’t let yourself die without knowing the wonder of fucking with love

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

Thinking that it would console him, she took a piece of charcoal and erased the innumerable loves that he still owed her for, and she voluntarily brought up her own most solitary sadnesses so as not to leave him alone in his weeping.

He was shaken by the overwhelming revelation that the headlong race between his misfortunes ad his dreams was at that moment reaching the finish line. The rest was darkness, 'Damn it,' he sighed. 'How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!

For a week I did not take off my mechanic's coverall day or night I did not bathe or shave or brush my teeth because love taught me too late that you groom yourself for someone you dress and perfume yourself for someone and I'd never had anyone to do that for.