The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good; and thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burdens of… — 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
“... that the past is one lie, and the memory has no returning, becouse every old spring is beyond retrieve, and even… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share Image
“Nostalgia, as always, had wiped away the bad memories and magnified the good ones. no one was safe from its onslaught.” — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share Image
“[F]or fate granted him the immense good fortune of losing his memory.” — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share Image
“When his father told him about his alarm at having forgotten even the most impressive happenings of his childhood, Aureliano explained his… — Gabriel García Márquez 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
The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good. — 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
it is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things... — 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
“he had learned to think coldly so that inescapable memories would not touch any feeling.” — Gabriel García Márquez 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
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
“Dr. Urbino replied without looking at her: “I did not know that fellow was a poet.” And then he wiped him from… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share Image
What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
“I discovered that my obsession for having each thing in the right place, each subject at the right time, each word in… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez 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
“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
“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
