Gabriel García Márquez Quotes

… for an instant I thought about stopping the cab to say goodbye, but I preferred not to defy again a destiny as uncertain and persistent as mine.

More than mother and son, they were accomplices in solitude.

She wanted to be herself again, to recover all that she had been obliged to give up in half a century of servitude that had doubtless made her happy but which, once her husband was dead, did not leave her even the vestiges of her identity.

She discovered with great delight that one does not love one's children just because they are one's children but because of the friendship formed while raising them.

The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.

They’re perfect,” she was frequently heard to say. “Any man will be happy with them because they’ve been raised to suffer.

I became aware that the invincible power that has moved the world is unrequited, not happy, love.

Poco antes del final, con un destello de júbilo, se dio cuenta de pronto que nunca había estado tan cerca de alguien a quien amaba tanto

...the day shit is worth money, poor people will be born without an asshole

The year I turned ninety, I wanted to give myself the gift of a night of wild love with an adolescent virgin.

كان ما يزال شـابا لا يعرف أن ذاكرة القلب تمحو كل الذكريات السيئة و تُضخم الذكريات الطيبة.. و أننا بفضل هذه الخدعة نتمكن من تحمل الماضي.

I ask myself how I could give in to this perpetual vertigo that I in fact provoked and feared. I floated among erratic clouds and talked to myself in front of the mirror in the vain hope of confirming who I was. My delirium was so great that during a student demonstration complete with rocks and bottles, I had to make an enormous effort not to lead it as I held up a sign that would sanctify my truth: I am mad with love.

Upset by two nostalgias facing each other like two mirrors, he lost his marvelous sense of unreality and he ended up recommending to all of them that they leave Macondo, that they forget everything he had taught them about the world and the human heart, that they shit on Horace, and that 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.

One night she came back from her daily walk stunned by the revelation that one could be happy not only without love, but despite it.

Now you don't have to say yes because your heart is saying it for you.