I have learned that a man has the right and obligation to look down at another man, only when that man needs help to get up from the ground.
GABRIEL GARCíA MáRQUEZLife is not what one lived, but what One remembers and how One remembers it in order to recount it
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If you’re going to be a writer you have to be one of the great ones. After all, there are better ways to starve to death.
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She discovered with great delight that one does not love one’s children just because they are one’s children but because of the friendship formed while raising them.
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The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.
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Humanity, like armies in the field, advances at the speed of the slowest.
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A man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father.
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The adolescents of my generation, greedy for life, forgot in body and soul about their hopes for the future until reality taught them that tomorrow was not what they had dreamed, and they discovered nostalgia.
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No medicine cures what happiness cannot.
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But he could not renounce his infinite capacity for illusion at the very moment he needed it most… he saw fireflies where there were none.
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Nobody is worth crying for, and those that are worth it will not make you cry.
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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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Always tell what you feel. Do what you think.
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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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Just imagine, a cow on the balcony of the nation, what an awful thing, what a shitty country.
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A true friend is the one who holds your hand and touches your heart.
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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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