Gabriel García Márquez Quotes

… no sooner had you done something than someone else appeared who threatened to do it better.

From being used so much, kneaded with sweat and sighs, the air in the room had begun to turn to mud.

He did not dare to console her, knowing that it would have been like consoling a tiger run thru by a spear.

The woman let out an expansive laugh that resounded through the house like a spray of broken glass.

I’ve remained a virgin for you.

Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.

She asked God, without fear, if he really believed that people were made of iron in order to bear so many troubles and mortifications; and asking over and over she was stirring up her own confusion and she felt irrepressible desires to let herself go and scamper about like a foreigner and allow herself at last an instant of rebellion, that instant yearned for so many times and so many times postponed, putting her resignation aside and shitting on everything once and for all and drawing out of her heart the infinite stacks of bad words that she had been forced to swallow over a century of conformity.

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

Science has eliminated distance,” Melquíades proclaimed. “In a short time, man will be able to see what is happening in any place in the world without leaving his own house.

من الأفضل ألا ننام , لأن الحياة ستصبح أكثر عطاء

Le dijo que el amor era un sentimiento contra natura, que condenaba a dos desconocidos a una dependencia mezquina e insalubre, tanto más efímera cuanto más intensa.

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.

This was his world, he said to himself, the sad, oppressive world that God had provided for him, and he was responsible to it.

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

He was carrying a suitcase with clothing in order to stay and another just like it with almost two thousand letters that she had written him. They were arranged by date in bundles ties with colored ribbons, and they were all unopened.