Gabriel Garcia Marquez Quotes - Page 4

Very well, I will marry you if you promise not to make me eat eggplant.

Please allow me to wipe the slate clean. Age has no reality except in the physical world. The essence of a human being is resistant to the passage of time. Our inner lives are eternal, which is to say that our spirits remain as youthful and vigorous as when we were in full bloom. Think of love as a state of grace, not the means to anything, but the alpha and omega. An end in itself. Florentino Ariza, Love in the Time of Cholera

Lost in the solitude of his immense power, he began to lose direction.

He was healthier than the rest of us, but when you listened with the stethoscope you could hear the tears bubbling inside his heart.

It is not that the girl is unfit for everything, it is that she is not of this world.

An early-rising man is a good spouse but a bad husband.

Crazy people are not crazy if one accepts their reasoning.

A man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father.

He spent six hours examining things, trying to find a difference from their appearance on the previous day in the hope of discovering in them some change that would reveal the passage of time.

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.

She likes to try everything, out of curiosity, but she'll be sorry if she isn't guided by her heart.

One minute of reconciliation is worth more than a whole life of friendship!

Everyone has three lives: a public life, a private life, and a secret life.

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

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.

Humanity, like armies in the field, advances at the speed of the slowest.

It was a love of perpetual flight.

The only everyday and eternal reality was love.

If God hadn't rested on Sunday, He would have had time to finish the world.

Freedom is often the first casualty of war.

All my life, I've been frightened at the moment I sit down to write.

But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.

Make no mistake: peaceful madmen are ahead of the future.

But he could not renounce his infinite capacity for illusion at the very moment he needed it most... he saw fireflies where there were none.

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.