Gabriel Garcia Marquez

This was when she asked him whether it was true that love conquered all, as the songs said. 'It is true', he replied, 'but you would do well not to believe it.

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.

Ah, me, if this is love, then how it torments.

The weak would never enter the kingdom of love.

opened the door a crack wide enough for the entire world to pass through .

Everything that belonged to her husband made her weep again: his tasseled slippers, his pajamas under the pillow, the space of his absence in the dressing table mirror, his own odor on her skin. A vague thought made her shudder: "The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.

The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.

There was a house at the foot of the tower, close to the thunder of the waves breaking against the cliffs, where love was more intense because it seemed like a shipwreck.

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.

She had never imagined that curiosty was one of the many masks of love .

There [is] no innocence more dangerous than the innocence of age.

It is not that the girl is unfit for everything, it is that she is not of this world.

I don't believe in God, but I'm afraid of Him.

Tell him yes. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.

This was when I heard that the first symptom of old age is when you begin to resemble your father.

races condemned to 100 years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.

Over the weekend the vultures got into the presidential palace by pecking through the screens on the balcony windows and the flapping of their wings stirred up the stagnant time inside, and at dawn on Monday the city awoke out of its lethargy of centuries with the warm, soft breeze of a great man dead and rotting grandeur.

Today, when I saw you, I realized that what is between us is nothing more than an illusion.

A falcon who chases a warlike crane can only hope for a life of pain.

He is ugly and sad, but he is all love.

She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst… Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.