"Gabriel Garcia Marquez"の名言

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

[A mother] discovers 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.

While a person does not give up on sex, sex does not give up on the person.

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.

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.

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.

It was as if they had leapt over the arduous cavalry of conjugal life and gone straight to the heart of love. They were together in silence like an old married couple wary of life, beyond the pitfalls of passion, beyond the brutal mockery of hope and the phantoms of disillusion: beyond love. For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.

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

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

That casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that had still not ended half a century later.

Each man is master of his own death, and all that we can do when the time comes is to help him die without fear of pain.

She nailed it to the wall with her well-aimed dart, like a butterfly with no will whose sentence has always been written.

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

The truth is that I know very few novelists who have been satisfied with the adaptation of their books for the screen.

It always amuses me that the biggest praise for my work comes for the imagination, while the truth is that there's not a single line in all my work that does not have a basis in reality. The problem is that Caribbean reality resembles the wildest imagination.

Faulkner is a writer who has had much to do with my soul, but Hemingway is the one who had the most to do with my craft - not simply for his books, but for his astounding knowledge of the aspect of craftsmanship in the science of writing.

He who awaits much can expect little.

Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood.

People spend a lifetime thinking about how they would really like to live. I asked my friends and no one seems to know very clearly. To me it's very clear now. I wish my life could have been like the years when I was writing 'Love in the Time of Cholera.'

I must try and break through the cliches about Latin America. Superpowers and other outsiders have fought over us for centuries in ways that have nothing to do with our problems. In reality we are all alone.