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
I think just the opposite is true: love is an ideology for eternal militants, and the more misfortunes life tries to burden us with, the more essential love becomes.
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.
No, not rich. I am a poor man with money, which is not the same thing.
Become a better person and be sure to know who you are, before meeting someone new and hoping that person knows who you are
opened the door a crack wide enough for the entire world to pass through .
Seeing him like this, dressed just for her in so patent a manner, she could not hold back the fiery blush that rose to her face. She was embarrassed when she greeted him, and he was more embarrassed by her embarrassment. The knowledge that they were behaving as if they were sweethearts was even more embarrassing, and the knowledge that they were both embarrassed embarrassed them so much that Captain Samaritano noticed it with a tremor of compassion.
For you was I born, for you do I have life, for you will I die, for you am I now dying.
For you was I born, for you do I have life, for you will I die, for you am I now dying.
It was a lone voice in the middle of the ocean, but it was heard at great depth and great distance.
They were so close to each other that they preferred death to separation.
I'll never fall in love again... it's like having two souls at the same time.
Take advantage of it now, while you are young, and suffer all you can, because these things don't last your whole life.
i discovered that my obsession for having each thing in the right place, each subject at the right time, each word in the right style, was not the well-deserved reward of an ordered mind, but just the opposite: a complete system of pretense invented by me to hide the disorder of my nature.
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.