I would not have traded the delights of my suffering for anything in the world.
GABRIEL GARCíA MáRQUEZI would not have traded the delights of my suffering for anything in the world.
GABRIEL GARCíA MáRQUEZShe was lost in her longing to understand.
GABRIEL GARCíA MáRQUEZNo matter what, nobody can take away the dances you’ve already had.
GABRIEL GARCíA MáRQUEZIt is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things.
GABRIEL GARCíA MáRQUEZBut 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.
GABRIEL GARCíA MáRQUEZMy most important problem was destroying the lines of demarcation that separate what seems real from what seems fantastic.
GABRIEL GARCíA MáRQUEZIt had to teach her to think of love as a state of grace: not the means to anything but the alpha and omega, an end it itself.
GABRIEL GARCíA MáRQUEZAmputees suffer pains, cramps, itches in the leg that is no longer there. That is how she felt without him, feeling his presence where he no longer was.
GABRIEL GARCíA MáRQUEZIt is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.
GABRIEL GARCíA MáRQUEZThings have a life of their own, the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. “It’s simply a matter of waking up their souls.”
GABRIEL GARCíA MáRQUEZThe more transparent the writing, the more visible the poetry.
GABRIEL GARCíA MáRQUEZLove does not die, when someone gets old, people get old, because they can not love anymore.
GABRIEL GARCíA MáRQUEZWhat matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.
GABRIEL GARCíA MáRQUEZOld people, with other old people, are not so old.
GABRIEL GARCíA MáRQUEZNobody is worth crying for, and those that are worth it will not make you cry.
GABRIEL GARCíA MáRQUEZThere is always something left to love.
GABRIEL GARCíA MáRQUEZ