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Gabriel Garcia Marquez Quotes about Memories

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It is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things.

It is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Memories, People, Triumph

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

Just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they happened.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Memories, Real, Events

"Gabriel Garcia Marquez: What I've Learned" by Cal Fussman, www.esquire.com. April 18, 2014.

Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Memories, Lying, Spring

Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Harold Bloom (2009). “Gabriel Garci ́a Ma ́rquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude”, p.198, Infobase Publishing

In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Memories, Years, Finals

Gabriel Garcia Marquez (2014). “Love in the Time of Cholera”, p.90, Penguin UK

He would wake for no reason in the middle of the night, and the memory of the self-absorbed love was revealed to him for what it was: a pitfall of happiness that he despised and desired at the same time, but from which it was impossible to escape.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Memories, Night, Self

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

She would not shed a tear, she would not waste the rest of her years simmering in the maggot broth of memory.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Memories, Years, Tears

...and the cries of the birds and the uproar of the monkeys became more and more remote, and the world became eternally sad. The men on the expedition felt overwhelmed by their most ancient memories in that paradise of dampness and silence, going back to before original sin, as their boots sank into pools of steaming oil and their machetes destroyed bloody lilies and golden salamanders.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Memories, Men, Oil

Between the covers of the books that no one had ever read again, in the old parchments damaged by dampness, a livid flower had prospered, and in the air that had been the purest and brightest in the house an unbearable smell of rotten memories floated.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Memories, Flower, Book

Gabriel Garcia Marquez (2014). “One Hundred Years of Solitude”, p.202, Penguin UK

I want the same one, the way she always is, without failures, without fights, without bad memories.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Memories, Fighting, Want

Before reaching the final line, however, he had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Memories, Opportunity, Men

FaceBook post by Gabriel García Márquez from Jun 16, 2013

Shame has poor memory.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Memories, Shame, Poor

Little by little, studying the infinite possibilities of a loss of memory, he realized that the day might come when things would be recognized by their inscriptions but that no one would remember their use.... At the beginning of the road into the swamp they put up a sign that said "Macondo" and another larger one on the main street that said "God exists".

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Memories, Loss, Use

The only thing he could do to stay alive was not to allow himself the anguish of that memory. He erased it from his mind, although from time to time in the years that were left to him he would feel it revive, with no warning and for no reason, like the sudden pang of an old scar.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Memories, Years, Mind

An artisan without memories, whose only dream was to die of fatigue in the oblivion and misery of his little gold fishes.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Dream, Memories, Gold

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