Famous Gabriel Garcia Marquez Quotes

To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.


Nobody is worth crying for, and those that are worth it will not make you cry.


It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.


For you was I born, for you do I have life, for you will I die, for you am I now dying.


Sex is the consolation you have when you can’t have love.


There is always something left to love.


All that was needed was shrewd questioning, first of the patient and then of his mother to conclude once again that the symptoms of love were the same as those of Cholera. The doctor prescribed infusion of linden blossoms to calm the nerves and suggested a change of air so he could find consolation in distance but the man longed for just the opposite, to enjoy his martyrdom.


The girl raised her eyes to see who was passing by the window and that casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that still had not ended half a century later.


From that time, she would still feel a belated longing for a letter that never arrived.


Wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good.


Love, no matter else it might be, is a natural talent. You are either born knowing how or you never know.


On Christmas eve he wandered like a sleepwalker until dawn, watching the fiesta through his tears, dazed by the hallucination that it was he and not God who had been born that night.


He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude.


They were so close to each other that they preferred death to separation.


What does he say?’ he asked. ‘He’s very sad,’ Úrsula answered, ‘because he thinks that you’re going to die.’ ‘Tell him,’ the colonel said, smiling, ‘that a person doesn’t die when he should but when he can.


There is always something left to love.


…time was not passing…it was turning in a circle…


Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it.


Before reaching the final line, however, he had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.