868 Quotes by 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.

It was a love of perpetual flight.

He spent six hours examining things, trying to find a difference from their appearance on the previous day in the hope of discovering in them some change that would reveal the passage of time.

Just because someone does not love you as you want, it does not mean that you do not love with all his being.

In that way the long-awaited visit, for which both had prepared questions and had even anticipated answers, was once more the usual everyday conversation.

Lost in the solitude of his immense power, he began to lose direction.

The world is divided into those who screw and those who do not. He distrusted those who did not—when they strayed form the straight and narrow it was something so unusual for them that they bragged about love as if they had just invented it.

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.

The only thing he could do to stay alive was not to allow himself the anguish of that memory. He erased it from his mind, although from time to time in the years that were left to him he would feel it revive, with no warning and for no reason, like the sudden pang of an old scar.