The woman let out an expansive laugh that resounded through the house like a spray of broken glass. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
There was a house at the foot of the tower, close to the thunder of the waves breaking against the cliffs, where… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
And nevertheless, when they watched him leave the house, this man they themselves had urged to conquer the world, then they were… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
She was a ghost in a strange house that overnight had become immense and solitary and through which she wandered without purpose,… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
In that Macondo forgotten even by the birds, where the dust and the heat had become so strong that it was difficult… — 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
In all the houses keys to memorizing objects and feelings had been written. But the system demanded so much vigilance and moral… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
The house became full of love. Aureliano expressed it in poetry that had no beginning and no end. He would write it… — 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… — 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
