Gabriel García Márquez Quotes

How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!

كانت تقابله دوما دون الادعاء بأنها تحبه ودون مطالبته بان يحبها , ولكن على امل العثور على شيء يشبه الحب , انما دون مشاكل الحب !

Había estado en la muerte, en efecto, pero había regresado porque no pudo soportar la soledad.

He would wake for no reason in the middle of the night, and the memory of the self-absorbed love was revealed to him for what it was: a pitfall of happiness that he despised and desired at the same time, but from which it was impossible to escape.

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

La peor forma de extrañar a alguien es estar sentado a su lado y saber que nunca lo podrás tener.

- La ilusión no se come - dijo ella.
- No se come, pero alimenta - replicó el coronel.

Life had already given him sufficient reasons for knowing that no defeat was the final one.

He had not stopped desiring her for a single instant. He found her in the dark bedrooms of captured towns, especially in the most abject ones, and he would make her materialize in the smell of dry blood on the bandages of the wounded, in the instantaneous terror of the danger of death, at all times and in all places. He had fled from her in an attempt to wipe out her memory, not only through distance but by means of a muddled fury that his companions at arms took to be boldness, but the more her image wallowed in the dunghill of the war, the more the war resembled Amaranta. That was how he suffered in exile, looking for a way of killing her with his own death...

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.

In that Macondo forgotten even by the birds, where the dust and the heat had become so strong that it was difficult to breathe, secluded by solitude and love and by the solitude of love in a house where it was almost impossible to sleep because of the noise of the red ants, Aureliano, and Amaranta Úrsula were the only happy beings, and the most happy on the face of the earth.

y que en cualquier lugar en que estuvieran recordaran siempre que el pasado era mentira, que la memoria no tenía caminos de regreso, que toda primavera antigua era irrecuperable, y que el amor más desatinado y tenaz era de todos modos una verdad efímera.

"Bad luck doesn't have any chinks in it," he said with deep bitterness. "I was born a son of a bitch and I'm going to die a son of a bitch."

I live in fear of being alive.

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.