Gabriel Garcia Marquez Quotes
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Four geological eras had to pass so that human beings would be able to outsing the birds and die for love.
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Freedom is often the first casualty of war.
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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.
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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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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.
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In some way impossible to ascertain, after so many years of absense, Jose Arcadio was still an autumnal child, terribly sad and solitary.
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When I wake up," he said, "remind me that I'm going to marry her.
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They were so close to each other that they preferred death to separation.
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The only thing worse than bad health is a bad name.
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It is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things.
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...they enjoyed the miracle of loving each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out old people they kept on blooming like children and playing together like dogs.
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Her laugh was sad and taciturn, seemingly detached from any feeling of the moment, like something she kept in the cupboard and took out only when she had to, using it with no feeling of ownership, as if the infrequency of her smiles had made her forget the normal way to use them.
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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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She had the revelation one Sunday that while the other instruments played for everyone the violen played for her alone .
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The woman let out an expansive laugh that resounded through the house like a spray of broken glass.
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All my life, I've been frightened at the moment I sit down to write.
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Fame invades your private life. It takes away from the time that you spend with friends, and the time that you can work. It tends to isolate you from the real world.
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His place was always set at the table, in case he returned from the dead without warning .
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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.
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The only difference today between Liberals and Conservatives is that the Liberals go to mass at five o'clock and the Conservatives at eight.
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In the beginning, when the world was new and nothing had a name, my father took me to see the ice.
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Once again she shuddered with the evidence that time was not passing, as she had just admitted, but that it was turning in a circle.
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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.
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Never stop smiling not even when you're sad, someone might fall in love with your smile.