Everything that belonged to her husband made her weep again: his tasseled slippers, his pajamas under the pillow, the space of his… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
we had made love without love, half-dressed most of the time and always in the dark so we could imagine ourselves as… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
Although some men who were easy with their words said that it was worth sacrificing one’s life for a night of love… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
Her laugh was sad and taciturn, seemingly detached from any feeling of the moment, like something she kept in the cupboard and… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
She wanted to be herself again, to recover all that she had been obliged to give up in half a century of… — 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 made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he… — 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
