The first of the line is tied to a tree and the last is being eaten by the ants . — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
This was when I heard that the first symptom of old age is when you begin to resemble your father. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
One of the most difficult things is the first paragraph. I have spent many months on a first paragraph, and once I… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
Your first realization when you become an important person is that all day and all night, whatever the circumstances, people want to… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
The truth is that the first changes are so slow they pass almost unnoticed, and you go on seeing yourself as you… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
An ash-gray dog with a white blaze on its forehead burst onto the rough terrain of the market on the first Sunday… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
Gaston was not only a fierce lover, with endless wisdom and imagination, but he was also, perhaps, the first man in the… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
Then he knew that they had rounded the cape of good hope, and he took her large, soft hand again and covered… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
Her first reaction was one of hope, because his eyes were open and shining with a radiant light she had never seen… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
One night a friend lent me a book of short stories by Franz Kafka. I went back to the pension where I… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
