it is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things... — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
I want the same one, the way she always is, without failures, without fights, without bad memories. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
An artisan without memories, whose only dream was to die of fatigue in the oblivion and misery of his little gold fishes. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
He was still too young to know that the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
“it is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things, though memory does not often fail with… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share Image
She would not shed a tear, she would not waste the rest of her years simmering in the maggot broth of memory. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
“just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they had happened.” — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
The only thing he could do to stay alive was not to allow himself the anguish of that memory. He erased it… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
Between the covers of the books that no one had ever read again, in the old parchments damaged by dampness, a livid… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
“They were people whose lives were slow, who did not see themselves growing old, or falling sick, or dying, but who disappeared… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share Image
He would wake for no reason in the middle of the night, and the memory of the self-absorbed love was revealed to… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
“The only certainty was that they took everything with them: money, December breezes, the bread knife, thunder at 3 in the afternoon,… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share Image
“For years it seemed to me that this period had become a recurrent nightmare that I had almost every night, because I… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share Image
Little by little, studying the infinite possibilities of a loss of memory, he realized that the day might come when things would… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
“In Paris, strolling arm in arm with a casual sweetheart through a late autumn, it seemed impossible to imagine a purer happiness… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share Image
Before reaching the final line, however, he had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
...and the cries of the birds and the uproar of the monkeys became more and more remote, and the world became eternally… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
“The Captain looked at Fermina Daza and saw on her eyelashes the first glimmer of wintry frost. Then he looked at Florentino Ariza, his… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share
“Courage did not come from the need to survive, or from a brute indifference inherited from someone else, but from a driving need for… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share
“He aprendido que un hombre sólo tiene derecho a mirar a otro hacia abajo cuando ha de ayudarle a levantarse.” — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share
From the moment I wrote 'Leaf Storm' I realized I wanted to be a writer and that nobody could stop me and that the… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share
He sank into the rocking chair, the same one in which Rebecca had sat during the early days of the house to give embroidery… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share
“They were people whose lives were slow, who did not see themselves growing old, or falling sick, or dying, but who disappeared little by… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share
“I didn't do any of what they told me,' she said, 'because the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share
He thought about his people without sentimentalily, with a strick closing of his accounts with life, beginning to understand how much he really loved… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share
Why were you so old when we met? I answered with the truth: Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share
Between the covers of the books that no one had ever read again, in the old parchments damaged by dampness, a livid flower had… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share
I was asked the other day if I would be interested in the Nobel Prize, but I think that for me it would be… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share
“Fear had absorbed her completely and remained there, fixed, tenacious, almost corporeal, as if it were some invisible person who had made up his… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share
“Today I know I was right. The adolescents of my generation, greedy for life, forgot in body and soul about their hopes for the… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share
“...It was then, for the first time, that she understood above all her virtues what was in command was the vanity of a metaphysical… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share
