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He governed as if he felt predestined to never die...
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The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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I would give wings to children, but I would leave it to them to learn how to fly by themselves.
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Blood circulated through her veins with the fluidity of a song that branched off into the most hidden areas of her body and returned to her heart, purified by love.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez -
If you're going to be a writer you have to be one of the great ones... After all, there are better ways to starve to death.
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He sank into the rocking chair, the same one in which Rebecca had sat during the early days of the house to give embroidery lessons, and in which Amaranta had played Chinese checkers with Colonel Gerineldo Marquez, and in which Amarana Ursula had sewn the tiny clothing for the child, and in that flash of lucidity he became aware that he was unable to bear in his soul the crushing weight of so much past.
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One can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the sorrow with each, and not betray any of them.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez -
Thinking that it would console him, she took a piece of charcoal and erased the innumerable loves that he still owed her for, and she voluntarily brought up her own most solitary sadnesses so as not to leave him alone in his weeping.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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Time was not passing...it was turning in a circle.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez -
he dared to explore her withered neck w/his fingertips…her hips w/their decaying bones, her thighs with their aging veins.
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Together they had overcome the daily incomprehension, the instantaneous hatred, the reciprocal nastiness, and fabulous flashes of glory in the conjugal conspiracy. It was time when they both loved each other best, without hurry or excess, when both were most conscious of and grateful for their incredible victories over adversity. Life would still present them with other moral trials, of course, but that no longer mattered: they were on the other shore.
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In all the houses keys to memorizing objects and feelings had been written. But the system demanded so much vigilance and moral strength that many succumbed to the spell of an imaginary reality, one invented by themselves, which was less practical for them but more comforting.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez -
Very well, I will marry you if you promise not to make me eat eggplant.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez -
Aureliano not only understood by then, he also lived his brother’s experiences as something of his own, for on one occasion when the latter was explaining in great detail the mechanism of love, he interrupted him to ask: “What does it feel like?” José Arcadio gave an immediate reply: “It’s like an earthquake.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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One could be happy not only without love, but despite it.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez -
A lie is more comfortable than doubt, more useful than love, more lasting than truth.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez -
Ah, me, if this is love, then how it torments.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez -
Caribbean reality resembles the wildest imagination.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez -
Surrealism comes from the reality of Latin America.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez -
Both described at the same time how it was always March there and always Monday, and then they understood that José Arcadio Buendía was not as crazy as the family said, but that he was the only one who had enough lucidity to sense the truth of the fact that time also stumbled and had accidents and could therefore splinter and leave an eternalized fragment in a room.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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Love is not a condition of the spirit but a sign of the zodiac.
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Nobody teaches life anything.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez -
He shook my hand and said goodbye with a sentence that might have been either good advice or a threat: "Take good care of yourself.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez -
Four geological eras had to pass so that human beings would be able to outsing the birds and die for love.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez