Here is the riddle of love: Everything it gives to you, it takes away. ― Alice Hoffman, The Dovekeepers ( Scribner; 0 edition, October 4, 2011)
A man sets out to draw the world. As the years go by, he peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses, and individuals. A short time before he dies, he discovers that the patient labyrinth of lines traces the lineaments of his own face. —… Continue reading Jorge Luis Borges
I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (KNOPF.; First Edition edition 1997)
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
He dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love… — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude. (Harper; 1st edition June 24, 2003) published June 1st 1967.
But what can be done, the one who loves must share the fate of the one he loves. — Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita. (Vintage March 19, 1996) Originally published 1966.
She would defend herself, saying that love, no matter what else it might be, was a natural talent. She would say: You are either born knowing how, or you never know. ― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera. (Vintage October 7, 2003) Originally published 1985.
It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment. — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude. (Harper; 1st edition June 24, 2003) published June 1st 1967.
The most he could do was create a place where his heart–devoid now of any depth or weight–could be tethered, to keep from wandering aimlessly. — Haruki Murakami, from “Kino,” Men Without Women: Stories (Alfred A. Knopf, 2017)
Things have a life of their own … It’s simply a matter of waking up their souls. — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude. (Harper; 1st edition June 24, 2003) published June 1st 1967.