Quotes by Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

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nothing in this world was more difficult than love.

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

Human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but ... life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

Never stop smiling not even when you're sad, someone might fall in love with your smile.

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

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.

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

Una mujer es como la buena literatura: al alcance de todos, pero incomprensible para los estúpidos.

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

literature was the best plaything that had ever been invented to make fun of people.

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

She was lost in her longing to understand.

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

Ni el uno ni el otro tenían vida para nada distinto de pensar en el otro, para soñar con el otro, para esperar las cartas con tanta ansiedad como las contestaban.

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... y esa mirada casual fue el origen de un cataclismo de amor...

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

Florentino Ariza, on the other hand, had not stopped thinking of her for a single moment since Fermina Daza had rejected him out of hand after a long and troubled love affair fifty-one years, nine months, and four days ago.

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

Florentino Ariza never had another opportunity to see or talk to Fermina Daza alone in the many chance encounters of their very long lives until fifty-one years and nine months and four days later, when he repeated his vow of eternal fidelity and eve...

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

He walked out into a different city, one that was perfumed by the last dahlias of June, and onto a street out of his youth, where the shadowy widows from five o'clock Mass were filing by. But now it was he, not they, who crossed the street, so they w...

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É incrível como se pode ser tão feliz durante tantos anos, no meio de tantas bulhas, no meio de tantas tretas, caramba, sem saber de facto se isso é amor ou não

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

Lo único mejor que la música es hablar de música.

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

four geological eras had to pass so that human beings would be able to outsing the birds and die for love.

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

Nelle notti d’inverno, mentre faceva cuocere la minestra nel camino, soffriva la nostalgia del caldo del suo retrobottega, il ronzio del sole nei mandorli polverosi, il fischio del treno nel sopore della siesta, proprio come a Macondo soffriva la n...

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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 ...

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

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, l...

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Since Aureliano at that time had very confused notions about the difference between Conservatives and Liberals, his father in law gave him some schematic lessons. The Liberals, he said, were Freemasons, bad people, wanting to hang priests, to institu...

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

Nós, homens, somos uns pobres escravos dos preconceitos (...)Por outro lado, quando uma mulher decide ir para a cama com um homm não há muralha qye não trema nem fortaleza que não caia, nem nenhuma consideração moral que esteja disposta a ser ...

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Always. At every moment, asleep and awake, during the most sublime and most abject moments, Amaranta thought of Rebeca, because solitude had made a selection in her memory and had burned the dimming piles of nostalgic waste that life had accumulated ...

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez