Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Gabriel José de la Concordia García Márquez; 6 March 1927 – 17 April 2014) was a Colombian novelist, short-story writer, screenwriter and journalist, known affectionately as Gabo or Gabito throughout Latin America. Considered one of the most significant authors of the 20th century and one of the best in the Spanish language, he was awarded the 1972 Neustadt International Prize for Literature and the 1982 Nobel Prize in Literature. He pursued a self-directed education that resulted in his leaving law...
NationalityColombian
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth6 March 1927
CountryColombia
Hate and love are reciprocal passions.
Life had already given him sufficient reasons for knowing that no defeat was the final one.
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.
I always had understood that dying of love was mere poetic license.
Fatality makes us invisible.
As I kissed her the heat of her body increased, and it exhaled a wild, untamed fragrance.
One could be happy not only without love, but despite it.
People spend a lifetime thinking abouthow they would really like to live. I asked my friends and no one seems to know very clearly. To me, it's very clear now. I wish my life could have been like the years when I was writing 'Love in the Time of Cholera.'
He pleaded so much that he lost his voice. His bones began to fill with words.
Unfortunately many young writers are more concerned with fame than with their own work... It's much more important to write than to be written about.
To all, I would say how mistaken they are when they think that they stop falling in love when they grow old, without knowing that they grow old when they stop falling in love..." Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
For a week I did not take off my mechanic's coverall day or night I did not bathe or shave or brush my teeth because love taught me too late that you groom yourself for someone you dress and perfume yourself for someone and I'd never had anyone to do that for.
A great commotion immobilized her in her center of gravity, planted her in her place, and her defensive will was demolished by the irresistible anxiety to discover what the orange bells and whistles and the invisible globes on the other side of death were like.
It is not that the girl is unfit for everything, it is that she is not of this world.