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

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?

Your good work seems at times undermined by disillusionment.

Trying to provoke him into a terrifying sentence, I said: The only definitive thing is death. Yes, he said, but it isn't easy to get there when one's condition is as good as yours.

Well, Aureliano said. Tell me what it is. Pilar Ternera bit her lips with a sad smile. That you would be good in a war, she said. Where you put your eye, you put your bullet.

Why were you so old when we met? I answered with the truth: Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel.

You're an ass. What God gave you in the eyes I took in brains.

Ultimately literature is nothing but carpentry. Both are very hard work. Writing something is almost as hard as making a table. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood. Both are full of tricks and techniques. Basically very little magic and a lot of hard work involved.

What hurts me to die is not to die for love.

Wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good.

Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood.

What Uncle Leo XIII never suspected was that his nephew's courage did not come from the need to survive or from a brute indifference inherited from his father, but from a driving need for love, which no obstacle in this world or the next would ever break.

Wisdom comes to us when it is useless.

Unfortunately, we are still meet the motive for suicide is not love.

What's happening, she sighed, is that the world is slowly coming to an end and those things don't come here anymore.

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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