Gabriel García Márquez
But if they had learned anything together, it was that wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good. — Gabriel García Márquez, Love In The Time of Cholera. (Vintage October 7, 2003) Originally published 1985.
Category: Colombian Literature
Gabriel García Márquez
She tried to say something, but there was only enough air for her to breathe. He laid her down beside him to help her, he put out the light and the room was in the shadow of the rose. – Gabriel García Márquez, from “Death Constant Beyond Love,” Collected Stories (Perennial Classics, 1999)
Gabriel García Márquez
To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone… Continue reading Gabriel García Márquez
Gabriel García Márquez
He passed his fingertips over her skin almost without touching her, and experienced for the first time the miracle of feeling himself in another body. — Gabriel García Márquez, Of Love and Other Demons. (Random House Value Publishing May 11, 1999) Originally published 1994.
Gabriel García Márquez
When the cathedral bells struck seven, there was a single, limpid start in the rose-colored sky, a ship called out a disconsolate farewell, and in my throat I felt the Gordian knot of all the loves that might have been and weren’t. — Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores. Publisher Editorial Norma (Colombia)… Continue reading Gabriel García Márquez
Gabriel García Márquez
When he was alone, he consoled himself with the dream of the infinite rooms. He dreamed that he was getting out of bed, opening the door and going into an identical room with the same bed with a wrought-iron head, the same wicker chair, and the same small picture on the back wall. From that… Continue reading Gabriel García Márquez
Gabriel García Márquez
A person doesn’t die when he should but when he can. — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude. (Harper & Row, 1970)
Gabriel García Márquez
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. (Vintage; Reprint edition, November 14, 2006)
Gabriel García Márquez
“Don’t worry,” he would say, smiling. “Dying is much more difficult than one imagines.” — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude. (Harper & Row, 1970)
Gabriel García Márquez
He sank into the rocking chair, the same one in which Rebecca had sat during the early days of the house to give embroidery lessons, and in which Amaranta had played Chinese checkers with Colonel Gerineldo Marquez, and in which Amarana Ursula had sewn the tiny clothing for the child, and in that flash of… Continue reading Gabriel García Márquez
The Vale of Soul-Making 