Gabriel García Márquez Quotes

Children inherit their parents' madness.

She had that rare virtue of never existing completely except for that opportune moment

He thought about his people without sentimentalily, with a strick closing of his accounts with life, beginning to understand how much he really loved the people he hated the most.

لسنا نحن معشر الرجال سوى عبيد مساكين للإجحاف، وحين تقرر امرأة مضاجعة رجل ما، فليس هناك من جدار إلا وتقطعه، ولا حصن إلا وتحطمه، ولا إعتبار أخلاقي إلا وتكون مستعدة لخرقه من أساسه، وحتى أنها لا تحسب حساب وجود الله

But I believe without any doubt at all that our greatest good fortune was that even in the most extreme difficulties we might lose our patience but never our sense of humor.

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.

My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show.

In the end all books are written for your friends. The problem after writing One Hundred Years of Solitude was that now I no longer know whom of the millions of readers I am writing for; this upsets and inhibits me. It's like a million eyes are looking at you and you don't really know what they think.

A short time later, when the carpenter was taking measurements for the coffin, through the window they saw a light rain of tiny yellow flowers falling. They fell on the town all through the night in a silent storm, and they covered the roofs and blocked the doors and smothered the animals who slept outdoors. So many flowers fell from the sky that in the morning the streets were carpeted with a compact cushion and they had to clear them away with shovels and rakes so that the funeral procession could pass by.

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.

Ella interponía siempre una barrera de rabia para que no se le notara el miedo. Y en ese caso, el más terrible de todos, que era el miedo de quedarse sin él.

his examination revealed that he had no fever, no pain anywhere, and that his only concrete feeling was an urgent desire to die. All that was needed was shrewd questioning...to conclude once again that the symptoms of love were the same as those of cholera.

¡Carajo! -gritó.
Amaranta, que empezaba a meter la ropa en el baúl, creyó que la había picado un alacrán.
-¡Dónde está! -preguntó alarmada.
-¿Qué?
-¡El animal! -aclaró Amaranta.
Úrsula se puso un dedo en el corazón.
-Aquí -dijo.

The house became full of love. Aureliano expressed it in poetry that had no beginning and no end. He would write it on the harsh pieces of parchment that Melquiades gave him, on the bathroom walls, on the skin of his arms, and in all of it Remedios would appear transfigured: Remedios in the soporific air of two in the afternoon, Remedios in the soft breath of the roses, Remedios in the water-clock secrets of the moths, Remedios in the steaming morning bread, Remedios everywhere and Remedios forever.

Aren't you afraid you will be damned?'
'I believe I already am, but not by the Holy Spirit,' said Delaura without alarm. 'I have always believed He attributes more importance to love than to faith.