Gabriel García Márquez Quotes

It had to be a mad dream, one that would give her the courage she would need to discard the prejudices of a class that had not always been hers but had become hers more than anyone’s. It had to teach her to think of love as a state of grace: not the means to anything but the alpha and omega, an end in itself.

his mysterious resources had awakened in her a curiosity that was difficult to resist, but she had never imagined that curiosity was one of the many masks of love.

من الأفضل ألا ننام , لأن الحياة ستصبح أكثر عطاء

el corazón tiene más cuartos que un hotel de putas

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.

..the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and [that] thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past

Because for you, quitting smoking would be like killing someone you love.

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

and it was always
without pretensions of loving or being loved although always in the hope of
finding something that resembled love but without the problems of love.

When I stand and contemplate my fate and see the path along which you have led me, I reach my end, for artless I surrendered to one who is my undoing and my end.

I go to seek a great perhaps

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

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

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

Siempre pensé que morir de amor solo era una licencia poética.