Gabriel Garcia Marquez Quotes - Page 7

Most critics don't realize that a novel like One Hundred Years of Solitude is a bit of a joke, full of signals to close friends; and so, with some pre-ordained right to pontificate they take on the responsibility of decoding the book and risk making terrible fools of themselves.

and it was always without pretensions of loving or being loved although always in the hope of finding something that resembled love but without the problems of love.

but he only found her in the image that saturated his private and terrible solitude.

Carmelia Montiel, a twenty-year-old virgin, had just bathed in orange-blossom water and was strewing rosemary leaves on Pilar Ternera's bed when the shot rang out. Aureliano José had been destined to find with her the happiness that Amaranta had denied him, to have seven children, and to die in her arms of old age, but the bullet that entered his back and shattered his chest had been directed by a wrong interpretation of the cards.

It was a lone voice in the middle of the ocean, but it was heard at great depth and great distance.

It was a meditation on life, love, old age, death: ideas that had often fluttered around her head like nocturnal birds but dissolved into a trickle of feathers when she tried to catch hold of them.

The only difference today between Liberals and Conservatives is that the Liberals go to mass at five o'clock and the Conservatives at eight.

To oppression, plundering and abandonment, we respond with life.

He soon acquired the forlorn look that one sees in vegetarians.

It's much more important to write than to be written about.

She always had a headache, or it was too hot, always, or she pretended to be asleep, or she had her period again, her period, always her period. So much so that Dr. Urbino had dared to say in class, only for the relief of unburdening himself without confession, that after ten years of marriage women had their periods as often as threes times a week.

When he went through the kitchen he kissed Rebeca on the forehead. "Get those bad thoughts out of your head," he told her. "You're going to be happy.

For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.

Let me stay here," he said. "There was soap.

Both described at the same time how it was always March there and always Monday, and then they understood that José Arcadio Buendía was not as crazy as the family said, but that he was the only one who had enough lucidity to sense the truth of the fact that time also stumbled and had accidents and could therefore splinter and leave an eternalized fragment in a room.

You can't eat hope,' the woman said. You can't eat it, but it sustains you,' the colonel replied.

She knew that it would not be easy to submit to his miserliness, or the foolishness of his premature appearance of age, or his maniacal sense of order, or his eagerness to as for everything and give nothing at all in return, but despite all this, no man was better company because no other man in the world was so in need of love.

This was when I heard that the first symptom of old age is when you begin to resemble your father.

He did not dare to console her, knowing that it would have been like consoling a tiger run thru by a spear.

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.

In the beginning, when the world was new and nothing had a name, my father took me to see the ice.

Horses frighten me as much as chickens do,’ he said. ‘That is too bad, because lack of communication with horses has impeded human progress,’ said Abrenuncio. ‘If we ever broke down the barriers, we could produce the centaur.

When you have a healthy appetite there is no such thing as bad bread.

How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!

Jealousy knows more than truth does.