Memories of My Melancholy Whores Quotes

“I discovered that my obsession for having each thing in the right place, each subject at the right time, each word in the right style, was not the well-deserved reward of an ordered mind but just the opposite: a complete system of pretense invented by me to hide the disorder of my nature. I discovered that I am not disciplined out of virtue but as a reaction to my negligence, that I appear generous in order to conceal my meanness, that I pass myself off as prudent because I am evil-minded, that I am conciliatory in order not to succumb to my repressed rage, that I am punctual only to hide how little I care about other people’s time. I learned, in short, that love is not a condition of the spirit but a sign of the zodiac.”
― Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“No matter what, nobody can take away the dances you've already had.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“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.”
― Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“I would not have traded the delights of my suffering for anything in the world.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“Morality, too, is a question of time.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“No matter what you do this year or in the next hundred, you will be dead forever.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“Just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they happened.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“Make no mistake: peaceful madmen are ahead of the future.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“The truth is I'm getting old, I said. We already are old, she said with a sigh. What happens is that you don't feel it on the inside, but from the outside everybody can see it.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“As I kissed her the heat of her body increased, and it exhaled a wild, untamed fragrance.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“Sex is the consolation you have when you can’t have love.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“...the invincible power that has moved the world is unrequited, not happy love”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“I always had understood that dying of love was mere poetic license.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“There's no greater misfortune than dying alone.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“Ah, me, if this is love, then how it torments.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“Siempre pensé que morir de amor solo era una licencia poética.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Memoria de mis putas tristes

“I never had intimate friends, and the few who came close are in New York. By which I mean they're dead, because that's where I suppose condemned souls go in order not to endure the truth of their past lives.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“Love is not a condition of the spirit but a sign of the zodiac.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“And again, as always, after so many years we were still in the same place we always were.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“The year I turned ninety, I wanted to give myself the gift of a night of wild love with an adolescent virgin.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Memoria de mis putas tristes

“Don’t let yourself die without knowing the wonder of fucking with love”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“The only Virgos left in the world are people like you who were born in August.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“Descubrí que mi obsesión de que cada cosa estuviera en su puesto, cada asunto en su tiempo, cada palabra en su estilo, no era el premio merecido de una mente en orden, sino al contrario, todo un sistema de simulación inventado por mí para ocultar el desorden de mi naturaleza. Descubrí que no soy disciplinado por virtud, sino como reacción contra mi negligencia; que parezco generoso por encubrir mi mezquindad, que me paso de prudente por mal pensado, que soy conciliador para no sucumbir a mis cóleras reprimidas, que sólo soy puntual para que no se sepa cuan poco me importa el tiempo ajeno. Descubrí, en fin, que el amor no es un estado del alma sino un signo del zodíaco.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“I have never done anything except write, but I don't possess the vocation or talents of a narrator, have no knowledge at all of the laws of dramatic composition, and if I have embarked upon this enterprise it is because I trust in the light shed by how much I have read in my life.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“For a week I did not take off my mechanic's coverall day or night I did not bathe or shave or brush my teeth because love taught me too late that you groom yourself for someone you dress and perfume yourself for someone and I'd never had anyone to do that for.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“This was when I heard that the first symptom of old age is when you begin to resemble your father.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“El sexo es el consuelo que uno tiene cuando no le alcanza el amor.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Memoria de mis putas tristes

“الحب علمني ، في وقت متأخرًا جدًا ، أن المرء يتهندم من أجل أحد ، يلبس ويتعطر من أجل أحد ، وأنا لم يكن لدي قط من أفعل ذلك من أجله”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“الشهرة امرأة مفرطة في البدانة , لا يستطيع الرجل أن يضاجعها. لكنه يستيقظ من نومه يجدها قبالة السرير تنظر إليه”
― جابرييل جارسيا ماركيز, Memories of My Melancholy Whores