Gabriel García Márquez, aka Gabo

Gabriel García
Márquez, aka Gabo

Colombian Author, Novelist, Short-Story Writer, Screenwriter and Journalist, Awarded Nobel Prize for Literature

Author Quotes

We are not the assembly of men only slaves poor of prejudice, and while it was decided a woman sexual intercourse man what, there is no wall only way to go, and Fort only, not considered immoral, but be prepared for violation of the foundation, and so they do not count the expense of the existence of God.

When I stand and contemplate my fate and see the path along which you have led me, I reach my end, for artless I surrendered to one who is my undoing and my end.

Woe is me, if it's love, the sorrow.

We are the orphans of our son.

When I wake up, he said, remind me that I'm going to marry her.

Yeah, but he [Dostoevsky] didn't get cured. Isn't it true that one of the most unforgettable scenes in world literature is when Smerdyakov falls down the steps? Besides, we never find out if it's true or not, or if it was a real attack or just make-believe. It's unforgettable.

Today, retired but not defeated, I enjoy the sacred privilege of writing at home, with the phone off the hook so that no one can disturb me, and without a censor looking over my shoulder to see what I am writing.

We had made love without love, half-dressed most of the time and always in the dark so we could imagine ourselves as better than we were.

When the enter beta epidemic, no one escapes him.

Years from now they do not come like they used to.

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

We have to do a lot of things and sell them to the rich before they died. They are all sick and die. What should have rotted from the inside when the doctor forbids them to be angry.

Where art thou that thou art not here.

You can be in love with several people at once, and all with the same pain, without betraying any.

Together they had overcome the daily incomprehension, the instantaneous hatred, the reciprocal nastiness, and fabulous flashes of glory in the conjugal conspiracy. It was time when they both loved each other best, without hurry or excess, when both were most conscious of and grateful for their incredible victories over adversity. Life would still present them with other moral trials, of course, but that no longer mattered: they were on the other shore.

We must open our eyes and realize that good things are within us, where feelings need no motives or desires of reason. The important thing is to enjoy the time and learn your life, because life is in the eye of the learn to see.

Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.

You can't eat hope,' the woman said.

Travel to leave home and abandon your friends and trying to aviation fly to discover paths new and scouring the roads trying to change. Travel be worn like a madman to say: I do not care that you want in return. Return admitting little to sip from the cup and would like to start. traveling to feel that you are a poet and written in terms message and want The hugs hug while up to the door eager to knife and let yourself to kiss travel to become worldly and recognize the new people and go back to the start. Begins Mada hand educated from the strong and feel lonely. Travel to leave your home, worn like a madman and says everything and nothing in the card-mail. To sleep in another bed and feel that the time is short travel is back

We'll grow old waiting.

While a person does not give up on sex, sex does not give up on the person.

You'll see, he said, will be re-spread especially among the priests, the Americans and the rich, nothing for the poor... because they are always so fucked that shit day any value the poor will be born without ass .

Tricks you need to transform something which appears fantastic, unbelievable into something plausible, credible, those I learned from journalism. The key is to tell it straight. It is done by reporters and by country folk.

We'll turn to ashes in this house without men, but. we won't give this miserable town the pleasure of seeing us weep

Why do you insist on talking about what does not exist?

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First Name
Gabriel García
Last Name
Márquez, aka Gabo
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Colombian Author, Novelist, Short-Story Writer, Screenwriter and Journalist, Awarded Nobel Prize for Literature