Gabriel García Márquez Quotes

“This was when she asked him whether it was true that love conquered all, as the songs said. 'It is true', he replied, 'but you would do well not to believe it.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Of Love and Other Demons

“an old man with no destiny with our never knowing who he was, or what he was like, or even if he was only a figment of the imagination, a comic tyrant who never knew where the reverse side was and where the right of this life which we loved with an insatiable passion that you never dared even to imagine out of the fear of knowing what we knew only too well that it was arduous and ephemeral but there wasn't any other, general, because we knew who we were while he was left never knowing it forever with the soft whistle of his rupture of a dead old man cut off at the roots by the slash of death, flying through the dark sound of the last frozen leaves of his autumn toward the homeland of shadows of the truth of oblivion, clinging to his fear of the rotting cloth of death's hooded cassock and alien to the clamor of the frantic crowds who took to the streets singing hymns of joy at the jubilant news of his death and alien forevermore to the music of liberation and the rockets of jubilation and the bells of glory that announced to the world the good news that the uncountable time of eternity had come to an end.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, The Autumn of the Patriarch

“Lo único mejor que la música es hablar de música.”
― Gabriel García Márquez

“She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst… Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.”
― Gabriel García Márquez

“Anda, niña- le dijo temblando de rabia-: dinos quién fue.

Ella se demoró apenas el tiempo necesario para decir el nombre. Lo buscó en las tinieblas, lo encontró a primera vista entre los tantos y tantos nombres confundibles de este mundo y del otro, y lo dejó clavado en la pared con su dardo certero, como a una mariposa sin albedrío cuya sentencia estaba escrita para siempre.

-Santiago Nasar- le dijo.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Chronicle of a Death Foretold

“By the time she had finished unburdening herself, someone had turned off the moon”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

“Aturdido por dos nostalgias enfrentadas como dos espejos, perdió su maravilloso sentido de la irrealidad, hasta que terminó por recomendarles a todos que se fueran de Macondo, que olvidaran cuanto él les había enseñado del mundo y del corazón humano, que se cagaran en Horacio y que en cualquier lugar en que estuvieran recordaran siempre que el pasado era mentira, que la memoria no tenía caminos de regreso, que toda primavera antigua era irrecuperable, y que el amor más desatinado y tenaz era de todos modos una verdad efímera.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“¡Dios de los pobres!" suspiró el general. "Estamos llegando". Y así era. Pues ahí estaba el mar, y del otro lado del mar estaba el mundo.”
― Gabriel García Márquez

“Father Nicanor was against a religious ceremony and burial in consecrated ground.
Ursula stood up to him. "In a way that neither you nor I can understand, that man was a saint,”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“Era demasiado joven para saber que la memoria del corazón elimina los malos recuerdos y magnifica los buenos, y que gracias a ese artificio logramos sobrellevar el pasado.”
― Gabriel García Márquez

“ადამიანთა იმ მოდგმებს, რომლებიც განწირულნი არიან 100 წლით მარტოობისათვის, არ უწერიათ მეორეჯერ დაბადება”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“Es que de momentos efímeros que pasan, quedan presentes en la mente: Recuerdos reviven otros días, con el mismo goce y la misma gente”
― Miguel Ángel Barrera, El Pueblo de Agua

“Obojica su istodobno spoznala da je tamo unutra uvijek ožujak i stalno ponedjeljak, shvativši da José Arcadio Buendía nije bio tako lud kako je obitelj mislila, već, štoviše, jedini dovoljno oštrouman da nasluti istinu o vremenu; i ono je bilo podložno greškama i kojekakvim nezgodama, tako da se moglo skrhati i u nekoj sobi zaboraviti jedan okršak za vječnost.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“Ella bailaba con tal gracia que cada golpe de cadera marcaba el presente golpe de tambor, su cadencia era tan perfecta que parecía que con su cuerpo, ella era la que producía la música, los intérpretes solo estaban allí para poder acompañarla”
― Miguel Ángel Barrera, El Pueblo de Agua

“Es el sonido de las olas, aunque ínfimas, constantes olas, que en su incesante golpetear, van pudriendo la fundación de las casas, van desgastando la firmeza de los habitantes, van carcomiendo las esperanzas de todo el pueblo”
― Miguel Ángel Barrera, El Pueblo de Agua

“nu există glorie mai mare decât aceea de a muri pentru patrie, Excelență, și el îi replică zâmbind milostiv , nu fi prost băiete, patria înseamnă să fii viu”
― Gabriel García Márquez

“Yo creo que lo raro ya pasó a ser la norma en el pueblo”
― Miguel Ángel Barrera, El Pueblo de Agua