Gabriel García Márquez Quotes

لقد قال لها في أحد الأيام شيئا لم تستطع تصوره:إن المبتورين يحسون آلاما وخدرا ودغدغة في أرجلهم التي ماعادوا يمتلكونها. وهذا ماشعرت به هي من دونه.. كانت تشعر بوجوده حيث لم يعد له وجود.

"Little by little, studying the infinite possibilities of a loss of memory, he realized that the day might come when things would be recognized by their inscriptions but that no one would remember their use.... At the beginning of the road into the swamp they put up a sign that said "Macondo" and another larger one on the main street that said "God exists"."

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.

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!

من الأفضل ألا ننام , لأن الحياة ستصبح أكثر عطاء

Then, for more than ten days, they did not see the sun again. The ground became soft and damp, like volcanic ash, and the vegetation was thicker and thicker, and the cries of the birds and the uproar of the monkeys became more and more remote, and the world became eternally sad. The men on the expedition felt overwhelmed by their most ancient memories in that paradise of dampness and silence, going back to before original sin, as their boots sank into pools of steaming oil and their machetes destroyed bloody lilies and golden salamanders.

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

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

Tell him yes. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.

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.

إن البشر لا يولدون دوما يوم تلدهم أمهاتهم، وإنما تجبرهم الحياة على ولادة أنفسهم بأنفسهم ثانية ولمرات عديدة.

She let him finish, scratching his head with the tips of her fingers, and without his having revealed that he was weeping from love, she recognized immediately the oldest sobs in the history of man.

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 world was reduced to the surface of her skin and her inner self was safe from all bitterness.

قولي له : إن الإنسان لا يموت عندما يريد ، بل يموت عندما يستطيع .