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Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez Quotes: 36

  • No medicine cures what happiness cannot.

  • What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.

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

    One Hundred Years of Solitude

  • He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.

    Love in the Time of Cholera

  • sex is the consolation you have when you can't have love

  • It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.

  • There is always something left to love.

    One Hundred Years of Solitude

  • nothing in this world was more difficult than love.

  • Human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but ... life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.

  • All human beings have three lives: public, private, and secret.

    Gabriel García Márquez: a Life

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

    Love in the Time of Cholera

  • 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.

    One Hundred Years of Solitude

  • The world must be all fucked up,"he said then, "when men travel first class and literature goes as freight.

  • The problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast.

  • Do not allow me to forget you

    Of Love and Other Demons

  • Don't let yourself die without knowing the wonder of fucking with love.

  • He is ugly and sad... but he is all love.

    Love in the Time of Cholera

  • Fiction was invented the day Jonah arrived home and told his wife that he was three days late because he had been swallowed by a whale..

  • No matter what, nobody can take away the dances you've already had.

    Memories of My Melancholy Whores

  • Age has no reality except in the physical world. The essence of a human being is resistant to the passage of time. Our inner lives are eternal, which is to say that our spirits remain as youthful and vigorous as when we were in full bloom. Think of love as a state of grace, not the means to anything, but the alpha and omega. An end in itself.

    Love in the Time of Cholera

  • Always tell what you feel. Do what you think...

  • Never stop smiling not even when you're sad, someone might fall in love with your smile.

  • Gaston was not only a fierce lover, with endless wisdom and imagination, but he was also, perhaps, the first man in the history of the species who had made an emergency landing and had come close to killing himself and his sweetheart simply to make love in a field of violets.

    One Hundred Years of Solitude

  • You can't eat hope,' the woman said.You can't eat it, but it sustains you,' the colonel replied.

    El coronel no tiene quien le escriba

  • and the two of them loved each other for a long time in silence without making love again.

    Love in the Time of Cholera

  • He recognized her despite the uproar, through his tears of unrepeatable sorrow at dying without her, and he looked at her for the last and final time with eyes more luminous, more grief-stricken, more grateful than she had ever seen them in half a century of a shared life, and he managed to say to her with his last breath: “Only God knows how much I loved you

    Love in the Time of Cholera

  • I became aware that the invincible power that has moved the world is unrequited, not happy, love.

  • Disbelief is more resistant than faith because it is sustained by the senses.

    Of Love and Other Demons

  • One minute of reconciliation is worth more than a whole life of friendship!

    One Hundred Years of Solitude

  • One could be happy not only without love, but despite it.

    Love in the Time of Cholera

  • My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show.

  • If God hadn't rested on Sunday, He would have had time to finish the world.

  • Un buen escritor se aprecia mejor por lo que rompe que por lo que publica.

  • and realized that death was not only a permanent probability, as he had always believed, but an immediate reality.

  • One had to live a long time to know a man's true nature.

    Love in the Time of Cholera

  • the pursuit of love is like falconry.- chronicle of death foretold

    Chronicle of a Death Foretold