Gabriel Garcia Marquez Quotes - Page 5

Nothing one does in bed is immoral if it helps to perpetuate love.

Intrigued by that enigma, he dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her.

She felt the abyss of disenchantment.

What is essential, therefore, is not that you no longer believe, but that God continues to believe in you.

Amputees suffer pains, cramps, itches in the leg that is no longer there. That is how she felt without him, feeling his presence where he no longer was.

If you're going to be a writer you have to be one of the great ones... After all, there are better ways to starve to death.

I would not have traded the delights of my suffering for anything in the world.

Together they had overcome the daily incomprehension, the instantaneous hatred, the reciprocal nastiness, and fabulous flashes of glory in the conjugal conspiracy. It was time when they both loved each other best, without hurry or excess, when both were most conscious of and grateful for their incredible victories over adversity. Life would still present them with other moral trials, of course, but that no longer mattered: they were on the other shore.

I became aware that the invincible power that has moved the world is unrequited, not happy, love.

I do not believe there is a method better than Montessori for making children sensitive to the beauties of the world and awakening their curiosity regarding the secrets of life.

Music is important for one's health.

I always had understood that dying of love was mere poetic license.

She would say, "Someone should invent something to do with things you cannot use anymore but that you still cannot throw out.

opened the door a crack wide enough for the entire world to pass through .

We'll grow old waiting.

Your first realization when you become an important person is that all day and all night, whatever the circumstances, people want to hear you talk about yourself.

This soup tastes like windows

He said that people who loved [animals] to excess were capable of the worst cruelties toward human beings. He said that dogs were not loyal but servile, that cats were opportunists and traitors, that peacocks were heralds of death, that macaws were simply decorative annoyances, that rabbits fomented greed, that monkeys carried the fever of lust, and that roosters were damned because they had been complicit in the three denials of Christ.

He pleaded so much that he lost his voice. His bones began to fill with words.

Her nakedness was not absolute, for like Manet's _Olympia__, behind her ear she had a poisonous flower with orange petals, and she also wore a gold bangle on her right wrist and a necklace of tiny pearls. I imagined I would never see anything more exciting for as long as I lived, and today I can confirm that I was right.

Cease, cows, life is short.

For you was I born, for you do I have life, for you will I die, for you am I now dying.

When I wake up," he said, "remind me that I'm going to marry her.

The truth was that I could not manage my soul, and I was becoming aware of old age because of my weakness in the face of love.

we had made love without love, half-dressed most of the time and always in the dark so we could imagine ourselves as better than we were.