Gabriel Garcia Marquez Quotes

He who awaits much can expect little.

...The girl raised her eyes to see who was passing by the window, and that casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that still had not ended half a century later.

In the end all books are written for your friends.

When he went through the kitchen he kissed Rebeca on the forehead. "Get those bad thoughts out of your head," he told her. "You're going to be happy.

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

The only difference today between Liberals and Conservatives is that the Liberals go to mass at five o'clock and the Conservatives at eight.

The interpretation of our reality through patterns not our own, serves only to make us ever more unknown, ever less free, ever more solitary.

I would like for my books to have been recognized posthumously, at least in capitalist countries, where they turn you into a kind of merchandise.

She knew that he loved her above all else, more than anything in the world, but only for his own sake.

Why were you so old when we met? I answered with the truth: Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel.

The more transparent the writing, the more visible the poetry.

At some point, you no longer feel pain. Sensation disappears and reason is dulled, until you lose all grasp of time and place.

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.

It is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things.

She would say, "Someone should invent something to do with things you cannot use anymore but that you still cannot throw out.

This was when I heard that the first symptom of old age is when you begin to resemble your father.

As a writer I'm merely a journalist who has learned to write better than others.

One of the most difficult things is the first paragraph. I have spent many months on a first paragraph, and once I get it, the rest just comes out very easily.

It's much more important to write than to be written about.

I don't have a method. All I do is read a lot, think a lot, and rewrite constantly. It's not a scientific thing.

The problem in public life is learning to overcome terror; the problem in married life is learning to overcome boredom.

When I stand and contemplate my fate and see the path along which you have led me, I reach my end, for artless I surrendered to one who is my undoing and my end.

When you have a healthy appetite there is no such thing as bad bread.

Cease, cows, life is short.

I can't think of any one film that improved on a good novel, but I can think of many good films that came from very bad novels.

He did not dare to console her, knowing that it would have been like consoling a tiger run thru by a spear.

It was, at last, real life, with my heart safe and condemned to die of happy love in the joyful agony of any day after my hundredth birthday.

His place was always set at the table, in case he rturned from the dead without warning .

A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground.

I always had understood that dying of love was mere poetic license.

Both looked back then on the wild revelry...and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude.

As I kissed her the heat of her body increased, and it exhaled a wild, untamed fragrance.

He governed as if he felt predestined to never die

In some way impossible to ascertain, after so many years of absense, Jose Arcadio was still an autumnal child, terribly sad and solitary.

It was the time when they loved each other best, without hurry or excess, when both were most conscious of and grateful for their incredible victories over adversity.

Curiosity is one of the many masks of love.

The only everyday and eternal reality was love.

We'll grow old waiting.

He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude.

It was then that she realized that the yellow butterflies preceded the appearances of Mauricio Babilonia.

In the beginning, when the world was new and nothing had a name, my father took me to see the ice.

He repeated until his dying day that there was no one with more common sense, no stonecutter more obstinate, no manager more lucid or dangerous, than a poet.

There [is] no innocence more dangerous than the innocence of age.

Blood circulated through her veins with the fluidity of a song that branched off into the most hidden areas of her body and returned to her heart, purified by love.

They looked like two children," she told me. And that thought frightened her, because she'd always felt that only children are capable of everything.

An artisan without memories, whose only dream was to die of fatigue in the oblivion and misery of his little gold fishes.

She had never imagined that curiosty was one of the many masks of love .

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.

That's maybe the reason he does so many things so that he will not have to think .

Santiago Nasar had often told me that the smell of closed-in flowers had an immediate relation to death for him.