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
She likes to try everything, out of curiosity, but she'll be sorry if she isn't guided by her heart.
But he could not renounce his infinite capacity for illusion at the very moment he needed it most... he saw fireflies where there were none.
The truth is I'm getting old, I said. We already are old, she said with a sigh. What happens is that you don't feel it on the inside, but from the outside everybody can see it.
To oppression, plundering and abandonment, we respond with life.
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.
Life is not what one lived, but what One remembers and how One remembers it in order to recount it
One minute of reconciliation is worth more than a whole life of friendship!
The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.
Don't struggle so much, the best things happen when not expected.
and the two of them loved each other for a long time in silence without making love again.
Today, when I saw you, I realized that what is between us is nothing more than an illusion.
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.
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.
Death really did not matter to him but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia.