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 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
The year I turned ninety, I wanted to give myself the gift of a night of wild love with an adolescent virgin. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
Florentina Ariza had kept his answer ready for fifty-three years, seven months and eleven days and nights. 'Forever,' he said. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
Over the years they both reached the same wise conclusion by different paths: it was not possible to live together in any… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
And again, as always, after so many years we were still in the same place we always were. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
In the end all books are written for your friends. The problem after writing One Hundred Years of Solitude was that now… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
Most critics don't realize that a novel like One Hundred Years of Solitude is a bit of a joke, full of signals… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
It was the year they fell into devastating love. Neither one could do anything except think about the other, dream about the… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
Carmelia Montiel, a twenty-year-old virgin, had just bathed in orange-blossom water and was strewing rosemary leaves on Pilar Ternera's bed when the… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
People spend a lifetime thinking abouthow they would really like to live. I asked my friends and no one seems to know… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
In some way impossible to ascertain, after so many years of absense, Jose Arcadio was still an autumnal child, terribly sad and… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez 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
No matter what you do this year or in the next hundred, you will be dead forever. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
Many years later, in front of the firing squad, colonel Aureliano Buendía would remember that distant afternoon his father took him to… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
She always had a headache, or it was too hot, always, or she pretended to be asleep, or she had her period… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
races condemned to 100 years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth. — 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
