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
Gabriel Garcia Marquez quotes about
The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.
All human beings have three lives: public, private, and secret.
A man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father.
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.
To oppression, plundering and abandonment, we respond with life.
Life is not what one lived, but what One remembers and how One remembers it in order to recount it
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.
...The girl raised her eyes to see who was passing by the window, and that casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that still had not ended half a century later.
How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!
It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.
His place was always set at the table, in case he rturned from the dead without warning .
Be calm. God awaits you at the door.
The truth is that the first changes are so slow they pass almost unnoticed, and you go on seeing yourself as you always were, from the inside, but others observe you from the outside.