Gabriel Garcia Marquez Quotes
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All my life, I've been frightened at the moment I sit down to write.
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...races condemned to 100 years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.
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Surrealism runs through the streets.
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He was still too young to know that 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.
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An artisan without memories, whose only dream was to die of fatigue in the oblivion and misery of his little gold fishes.
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Seeing him like this, dressed just for her in so patent a manner, she could not hold back the fiery blush that rose to her face. She was embarrassed when she greeted him, and he was more embarrassed by her embarrassment. The knowledge that they were behaving as if they were sweethearts was even more embarrassing, and the knowledge that they were both embarrassed embarrassed them so much that Captain Samaritano noticed it with a tremor of compassion.
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One could be happy not only without love, but despite it.
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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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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.
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Nobody teaches life anything.
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Taught him the only thing he had to learn about love: that nobody teaches life anything.
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She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst… Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.
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Ah, me, if this is love, then how it torments.
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Shame has poor memory.
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Jealousy knows more than truth does.
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I must warn you that the books I like are not necessarily the ones I think are the best. I like them for various reasons not always easy to explain.
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Caribbean reality resembles the wildest imagination.
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Very well, I will marry you if you promise not to make me eat eggplant.
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It is life, more than death, that has no limits.
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One had to live a long time to know a man's true nature.
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He said that love was an emotion contra natura that condemned two strangers to a base and unhealthy dependence, and the more intense it was, the more ephemeral.
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Just imagine, a cow on the balcony of the nation, what an awful thing, what a shitty country.
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It is impossible to explain. But what I like most is to eat.
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The war is in the mountains,” he said. “For as long as I can remember, they have killed us in the cities with decrees, not with bullets.