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The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.

The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Memories, Heart, Literature
Gabriel Garcia Marquez (2014). “Gabriel Garcia Marquez Ebook Library”, p.1365, Penguin UK

The spirit of her invincible heart guided her through the shadows.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Hate, Heart, Shadow

Don't open that door," she said. "The hallway is full of difficult dreams." And I asked her: "How do you know?" And she told me: "Because I was there a moment ago and I had to come back when I discovered I was sleeping on my heart.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Dream, Heart, Sleep

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

Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Heart, Tears, Stethoscope
FaceBook post by Gabriel García Márquez from Mar 05, 2017

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.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Heart, Reality, Blow

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

Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Sorry, Heart, Curiosity

Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Heart, Effort, Lasts

He was still too young to know that the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Inspiring, Memories, Heart

It was, at last, real life, with my heart safe and condemned to die of happy love in the joyful agony of any day after my hundredth birthday.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Real, Heart, Agony
Gabriel Garcia Marquez (2014). “Gabriel Garcia Marquez Ebook Library”, p.2822, Penguin UK

With her Florentino Ariza learned what he had already experienced many times without realizing it: that one can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the same sorrow with each, and not betray any of them. Alone in the midst of the crowd on the pier, he said to himself in a flash of anger: 'My heart has more rooms than a whorehouse.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Heart, People, Sorrow

Blood circulated through her veins with the fluidity of a song that branched off into the most hidden areas of her body and returned to her heart, purified by love.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Song, Heart, Blood

There is bound to be someone driven mad by love who will give you the chance to study the effects of gold cyanide on a cadaver. And when you do find one, observe with care, they almost always have crystals in their heart

Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Heart, Giving, Mad

It was as if they had leapt over the arduous cavalry of conjugal life and gone straight to the heart of love. They were together in silence like an old married couple wary of life, beyond the pitfalls of passion, beyond the brutal mockery of hope and the phantoms of disillusion: beyond love. 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.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Couple, Passion, Heart

Because he had not done what she, with her heart in her mouth, had hoped he would do, which was to be a man: deny everything, and swear on his life it was not true, and grow indignant at the false accusation, and shout curses at this ill-begotten society that did not hesitate to trample on one's honor, and remain imperturbable even when forced with crushing proofs of his disloyalty.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Crush, Heart, Men

She asked him to come and see her that night. He agreed, in order to get away, knowing that he was incapable of going. But that night, in his burning bed, he understood that he had to go see her, even if he were not capable. He got dressed by feel, listening in the dark to his brother's calm breathing, the dry cough of his father in the next room, the asthma of the hens in the courtyard, the buzz of the mosquitoes, the beating of his heart, and the inordinate bustle of a world that he had not noticed until then, and he went out in the sleeping street.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Brother, Father, Heart
Gabriel Garcia Marquez (2014). “One Hundred Years of Solitude”, p.28, Penguin UK

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.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Heart, Blow, Reality

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