The more transparent the writing, the more visible the poetry. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
He repeated until his dying day that there was no one with more common sense, no stone cutter more obstinate, no manager… — 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
He repeated until his dying day that there was no one with more common sense, no stonecutter more obstinate, no manager more… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
“If someone knocks on your door, my friend, and something in your blood beats and rests not and water in its stem,… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share Image
“I always had understood that dying of love was mere poetic license. That afternoon, back home again without the cat and without her, I proved that it was not only possible but that I myself, an old man without anyone, was dying of love. But I also realized that the contrary was true as well: I would not have traded… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share
The house became full of love. Aureliano expressed it in poetry that had no beginning and no end. He would write it on the harsh pieces of parchment that Melquiades gave him, on the bathroom walls, on the skin of his arms, and in all of it Remedios would appear transfigured: Remedios in the soporific air of two in the… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share
“I dare to think that it is this outsized reality, and not just its literary expression, that has deserved the attention of… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share Image
“He had not stopped looking into her eyes, and she showed no signs of faltering. He gave a deep sigh and recited:… — 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 lessons, and in which Amaranta had played Chinese checkers with Colonel Gerineldo Marquez, and in which Amarana Ursula had sewn the tiny clothing for the child, and in that flash of lucidity he became aware that… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share
“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 was all something dirty that shouldn't be done to anybody, much less to the poor man who had the bad luck to marry me.' So she let herself get undressed openly in the lighted bedroom, safe… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share
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
