The more transparent the writing, the more visible the poetry.
GABRIEL GARCíA MáRQUEZThe truth is I’m getting old, I said. We already are old, she said with a sigh. What happens is that you don’t feel it on the inside, but from the outside everybody can see it.
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The truth is I’m getting old, I said. We already are old, she said with a sigh. What happens is that you don’t feel it on the inside, but from the outside everybody can see it.
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Nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry.
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What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.
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Today, when I saw you, I realized that what is between us is nothing more than an illusion.
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The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.
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I’ll never fall in love again it’s like having two souls at the same time.
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Curiosity is one of the many masks of love.
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It is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things.
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One can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the sorrow with each, and not betray any of them.
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When one reaches absolute power, one loses total contact with reality.
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Your first realization when you become an important person is that all day and all night, whatever the circumstances, people want to hear you talk about yourself.
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For those who may be hurting over lost love: Don’t cry because it is over, smile because it happened.
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Be calm. God awaits you at the door.
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It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.
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But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.
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