Memories Quotes by Gabriel García Márquez

“The city drowned in memories.”

— Gabriel García Márquez

Shame has poor memory.

— Gabriel Garcia Marquez

it is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things...

— Gabriel Garcia Marquez

“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

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

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

I want the same one, the way she always is, without failures, without fights, without bad memories.

— Gabriel Garcia Marquez

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

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

“just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they had happened.”

— Gabriel Garcia Marquez

“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

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

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

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

“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

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

“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

...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

“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

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

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