Gabriel García Márquez Quotes

Amaranta, however, whose hardness of heart frightened her, whose concentrated bitterness made her bitter, suddenly became clear to her in the final analysis as the most tender woman who had ever existed, and she understood with pitying clarity that the unjust tortures to which she had submitted Pietro Crespi had not been dictated by a desire for vengeance, as everyone had thought, nor had the slow martyrdom with which she had frustrated the life of Colonel Gerineldo Márquez been determined by the gall of her bitterness, as everyone had thought, but that both actions had been a mortal struggle between a measureless love and an invincible cowardice, and that the irrational fear that Amaranta had always had of her own tormented heart had triumphed in the end.

الجنس هو العزاء الذي يلجأ إليه المرء عندما لا يحصل على الحب

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

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

There are no two men in this world more similar than you and him," she told me. "And that's the worst thing for having a conversation.

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

If God hadn't rested on Sunday, He would have had time to finish the world.

No hay medicina que no cure lo que no cura la felicidad.

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

"The world must be all fucked up," he said then, "when men travel first class and literature goes as freight."

Fiction was invented the day Jonah arrived home and told his wife that he was three days late because he had been swallowed by a whale..

من الأفضل ألا ننام , لأن الحياة ستصبح أكثر عطاء

Over the years they both reached the same wise conclusion by different paths: it was not possible to live together in any other way, or love in any other way, and nothing in this world was more difficult than love.

One night a friend lent me a book of short stories by Franz Kafka. I went back to the pension where I was staying and began to read The Metamorphosis. The first line almost knocked me off the bed. I was so surprised. The first line reads, “As Gregor Samsa awoke that morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. . . .” When I read the line I thought to myself that I didn’t know anyone was allowed to write things like that. If I had known, I would have started writing a long time ago. So I immediately started writing short stories.

السفر أن تترك بيتك
وتهجر أصدقاءك
وتحاول الطيران

تطير لتكتشف دروبًا جديدة
وتجوب طرقًا
محاولا التغيير.

السفر أن تلبس كالمجنون
أن تقول: لا يهمنى
أن ترغب فى العودة.

تعود معترفًا بالقليل
لترتشف من كأس
وترغب فى البدء.

السفر أن تحس بأنك شاعر
وتسطر رسالة
وترغب فى العناق

عناق حين تصل لباب
تواقًا للسكينة
وتدع نفسك لقبلة

السفر أن تصير دنيويًا
وتتعرف على أناس جدد
وتعود لتبدأ.

تبدأ مادًا يدك
متعلمًا من القوي
وأن تشعر بالوحدة.

السفر أن تترك بيتك
وتلبس كالمجنون
وتقول كل شىء ولا شىء
فى بطاقة بريد.

أن تنام فى سرير آخر
وتشعر بأن الوقت قصير

السفر هو العودة