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It was a lone voice in the middle of the ocean, but it was heard at great depth and great distance.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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For those who may be hurting over lost love: Don't cry because it is over... smile because it happened.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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She searched the truth with an anguish almost as great as her terrible fear of finding it .
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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A famous writer who wants to continue writing has to be constantly defending himself against fame.
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.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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The first of the line is tied to a tree and the last is being eaten by the ants .
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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Nothing one does in bed is immoral if it helps to perpetuate love.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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There's no greater misfortune than dying alone.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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the bells of glory that announced to the world the good news that the uncountable time of eternity had come to an end
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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Nevertheless, no matter how much they killed themselves with work, no matter how much money they eked out, and no matter how many schemes they thought of, their guardian angels were asleep with fatigue while they put in coins and took them out trying to get just enough to live with.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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No matter what, nobody can take away the dances you've already had.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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She likes to try everything, out of curiosity, but she'll be sorry if she isn't guided by her heart.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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It was the year they fell into devastating love. Neither one could do anything except think about the other, dream about the other, and wait for letters with the same impatience they felt when they answered them.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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Inspiration gives no warnings.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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She was a ghost in a strange house that overnight had become immense and solitary and through which she wandered without purpose, asking herself in anguish which one of them was deader: the man who had died or the woman he had left behind.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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i discovered that my obsession for having each thing in the right place, each subject at the right time, each word in the right style, was not the well-deserved reward of an ordered mind, but just the opposite: a complete system of pretense invented by me to hide the disorder of my nature.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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A short time later, when the carpenter was taking measurements for the coffin, through the window they saw a light rain of tiny yellow flowers falling. They fell on the town all through the night in a silent storm, and they covered the roofs and blocked the doors and smothered the animals who slept outdoors. So many flowers fell from the sky that in the morning the streets were carpeted with a compact cushion and they had to clear them away with shovels and rakes so that the funeral procession could pass by.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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In that way the long-awaited visit, for which both had prepared questions and had even anticipated answers, was once more the usual everyday conversation.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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The problem in public life is learning to overcome terror; the problem in married life is learning to overcome boredom.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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I plead youth as a mitigating circumstance.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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He thought about his people without sentimentality, with a strict closing of his accounts with life, beginning to understand how much he really loved the people he hated most.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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I think just the opposite is true: love is an ideology for eternal militants, and the more misfortunes life tries to burden us with, the more essential love becomes.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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She asked him to come and see her that night. He agreed, in order to get away, knowing that he was incapable of going. But that night, in his burning bed, he understood that he had to go see her, even if he were not capable. He got dressed by feel, listening in the dark to his brother's calm breathing, the dry cough of his father in the next room, the asthma of the hens in the courtyard, the buzz of the mosquitoes, the beating of his heart, and the inordinate bustle of a world that he had not noticed until then, and he went out in the sleeping street.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
