Just imagine, a cow on the balcony of the nation, what an awful thing, what a shitty country.
GABRIEL GARCíA MáRQUEZThey enjoyed the miracle of loving each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out old people they kept on blooming like children and playing together like dogs.
More Gabriel García Márquez Quotes
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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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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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Just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they happened.
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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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Nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry.
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Nobody is worth crying for, and those that are worth it will not make you cry.
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A man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father.
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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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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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It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.
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The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.
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You have to have spent the night at sea, sitting in a life raft and looking at your watch, to know that the night is immeasurably longer than the day.
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opened the door a crack wide enough for the entire world to pass through .
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Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.
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We’ll grow old waiting.
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