Gabriel Garcia Marquez Quotes
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The world was reduced to the surface of her skin and her inner self was safe from all bitterness.
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The adolescents of my generation, greedy for life, forgot in body and soul about their hopes for the future until reality taught them that tomorrow was not what they had dreamed, and they discovered nostalgia.
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Many years later, in front of the firing squad, colonel Aureliano Buendía would remember that distant afternoon his father took him to see ice.
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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.
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Unfortunately many young writers are more concerned with fame than with their own work... It's much more important to write than to be written about.
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He was carrying a suitcase with clothing in order to stay and another just like it with almost two thousand letters that she had written him. They were arranged by date in bundles ties with colored ribbons, and they were all unopened.
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Invulnerable to time, dedicated to the messianic happiness of thinking for us, knowing that we knew that he would not take any decision for us that did not have our measure, for he had not survived everything because of his inconceivable courage or his infinite prudence but because he was the only one among us who knew the real size of our destiny.
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This was when I heard that the first symptom of old age is when you begin to resemble your father.
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In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory.
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I can't think of any one film that improved on a good novel, but I can think of many good films that came from very bad novels.
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The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.
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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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The truth was that I could not manage my soul, and I was becoming aware of old age because of my weakness in the face of love.
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Horses frighten me as much as chickens do,’ he said. ‘That is too bad, because lack of communication with horses has impeded human progress,’ said Abrenuncio. ‘If we ever broke down the barriers, we could produce the centaur.
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A man should have two wives: one to love and one to sew on his buttons.
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He repeated until his dying day that there was no one with more common sense, no stonecutter more obstinate, no manager more lucid or dangerous, than a poet.
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Each man is master of his own death, and all that we can do when the time comes is to help him die without fear of pain.
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The children would remember for the rest of their lives the august solemnity with which their father, devastated by his prolonged vigil and by the wraith of his imagination, revealed his discovery to them: 'The world is round, like an orange.
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The house became full of love. Aureliano expressed it in poetry that had no beginning and no end. He would write it on the harsh pieces of parchment that Melquiades gave him, on the bathroom walls, on the skin of his arms, and in all of it Remedios would appear transfigured: Remedios in the soporific air of two in the afternoon, Remedios in the soft breath of the roses, Remedios in the water-clock secrets of the moths, Remedios in the steaming morning bread, Remedios everywhere and Remedios forever.
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a process of aging had taken place in him that was so rapid and critical that soon he was being treated as one of those useless great-grandfathers who wander about the bedroom like shades, dragging their feet, remembering better times aloud, and whom no one bother about or remembers really until the morning they find them dead in their bed.
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It's enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.
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You can't eat hope,' the woman said. You can't eat it, but it sustains you,' the colonel replied.
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...The girl raised her eyes to see who was passing by the window, and that casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that still had not ended half a century later.
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Just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they happened.