Top 100 Gabriel Garcia Quotes
#1. A few of the world's most famous non-American novelists have large followings in the United States, among them Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Guenter Grass, who were both popular even before winning the Nobel.
Stephen Kinzer
#2. 'One Hundred Years of Solitude' convinced me to drop out of Harvard graduate school. The novel reminded me of everything my Ph.D. program was trying to make me forget. Thank you, Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
Francine Prose
#3. For me, there's nothing better than getting immersed in a sprawling, epic, multi-generational family saga, and 'One Hundred Years of Solitude' by Gabriel Garcia Marquez is the most sprawling, epic, and multi-generational of them all.
Jandy Nelson
#4. Authors I've longed to write like - but realize I actually can't even begin to - include Poe, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Kafka, Daniil Kharms, Witold Gombrowicz, Emily Dickinson, Robert Walser, Barbara Comyns, Ntozake Shange, Camille Laurens, Zbigniew Herbert, and Jose Saramago.
Helen Oyeyemi
#5. A lot of writers fall in love with their sentences or their construction of sentences, and sometimes that's great, but not everybody is Gabriel Garcia Marquez or James Joyce. A lot of people like to pretend that they are, and they wind up not giving people a good read or enlightening them.
James Patterson
#6. I think that it's important to try to keep reality. I think that Gabriel Garcia Marquez speaks a lot about reality in his magical realism. So I don't think we have to be hyper-realistic. But we have to understand the pressures that undergird the lives of the characters within that novel.
Walter Mosley
#8. I think that the idea that I'm writing for many more people than I ever imagined has created a certain general responsibility that is literary and political. There's even pride involved, in not wanting to fall short of what I did before.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#9. She sensed it, saw my eyes wet with tears, and only then must have discovered I was no longer the man I had been, and I endured her glance with a courage I never thought I had.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#10. Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity, they enjoyed the miracle of loving each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out old people, they kept on blooming like little children and playing like dogs.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#11. And in the space that he had occupied in her memory she allowed a field of poppies to bloom.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#14. I'll have plenty of time to rest when I die, but this eventuality is not yet part of my plans.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#17. It was said that the hernia whistled like a lugubrious bird on stormy nights and twisted in unbearable pain when a buzzard feather was burned nearby, but no one complained about those discomforts because a large, well-carried rupture was, more than anything else, a display of masculine honor.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#18. He himself, facing a firing squad, would not understand too well the concatenation of the series of subtle but irrevocable accidents that bought him to that point.
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#20. That the past is one lie, and the memory has no returning, becouse every old spring is beyond retrieve, and even the craziest and most persistent love is just a temporary truth ...
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#21. As I hear him, I understand that he's not more moronic because of the brandy than he is because of his cowardice.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#24. She would not shed a tear, she would not waste the rest of her years simmering in the maggot broth of memory.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#26. A lie is more comfortable than doubt, more useful than love, more lasting than truth.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#28. Just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they happened.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#32. Let me soap you," he murmured.
"Thank you for your good intentions," she said, "but my two hands are quite enough."
"Even if it's just your back," the foreigner begged.
"That would be silly," she said. "People never soap their backs.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#34. Look at the air, listen to the buzzing of the sun, the same as yesterday and the day before. Today is Monday too.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#35. Fame invades your private life. It takes away from the time that you spend with friends, and the time that you can work. It tends to isolate you from the real world.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#37. They were people whose lives were slow, who did not see themselves growing old, or falling sick, or dying, but who disappeared little by little in their own time, turning into memories, mists from other days, until they were absorbed into oblivion.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#38. I've said that anyone who doesn't contradict himself is a dogmatist, and every dogmatist is a reactionary.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#39. Under the burning sun on the street I began to feel the weight of my ninety years, and to count minute by minute the minutes of the nights I had left before I died.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#40. My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#41. His mysterious resources had awakened in her a curiosity that was difficult to resist, but she had never imagined that curiosity was one of the many masks of love.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#42. The truth is that I know very few novelists who have been satisfied with the adaptation of their books for the screen.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#43. Shooting with his camera the animals tha they did not allow him to kill with his rifle .
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#44. A woman who was washing clothes in the river during the hottest time of the day ran screaming down the main street in an alarming state of commotion.
"It's coming," she finally explained. "Something frightful, like a kitchen dragging a village behind it.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#45. For at the height of pleasure he had experienced a revelation that he could not believe, that he even refused to admit, which was that his illusory love for Fermina Daza could be replaced by an earthly passion.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#47. Later, given political changes and the deterioration of the world, nobody in the government thought about either arts or letters.
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#49. Nostalgia, as always, had wiped away the bad memories and magnified the good ones. no one was safe from its onslaught.
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#50. Florentino Ariza, on the other hand, had not stopped thinking of
her for a single moment since Fermina Daza had rejected him out of
hand after a long and troubled love affair fifty-one years, nine months,
and four days ago.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#51. He was aware he did not love her. He had married her because he liked her haughtiness, her seriousness, her strength, and also because of some vanity on his part, but as she kissed him for the first time he was sure there would be obstacle to their inventing true love.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#52. But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#53. 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.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#54. That was the state of the world when I began to be aware of my family environment, and I cannot evoke it in any other way: sorrows, griefs, uncertainties in the solitude of an immense house.
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#56. I don't have to say so because people can see it from leagues away. I am ugly, shy and anachronistic, but by dint of not wanting to be those things I have pretended to be just the opposite.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#57. I would give wings to children, but I would leave it to them to learn how to fly by themselves.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#59. 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.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#60. Let's forget about each other forever," she told him. "we're too old for this sort of thing now.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#61. But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day seemed so much like another that one could not feel them pass.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#62. Without intending to, without even knowing it, he demonstrated with his life that his father had been right when he repeated until his dying day that there was no one with more common sense, no stonecutter more obstinate, no manager so lucid or dangerous, than a poet.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#64. She let him finish, scratching his head with the tips of her fingers, and without his having revealed that he was weeping from love, she recognized immediately the oldest sobs in the history of man.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#67. Love is the only thing that interests me", he said.
"The trouble," his uncle said to him," is that without river navigation, there is no love".
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#68. It's like a firstborn son: you spend your life working for him, sacrificing everything for him, and at the moment of truth, he does just as he pleases.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#69. Each man is master of his own death, and all that we can do when the time comes is to help him die without fear of pain.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#72. By virtue of marrying a man she does not love for money. That's the lowest kind of whore.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#73. But the next morning, while night owls slept, I climbed trembling to her cubicle and woke her, weeping aloud with a crazed love that lasted until it was carried away without mercy by the violent wind of real life.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#75. But in the days that followed I realized he was only what he seemed: a giant baby with a heart too big for his body.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#76. The children would remember for the rest of their lives the august solemnity with which their father, devastated by his prolonged vigil and by the wraith of his imagination, revealed his discovery to them: 'The world is round, like an orange.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#77. He was healthier than the rest of us, but when you listened with the stethoscope you could hear the tears bubbling inside his heart.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#79. Don't worry," he would say, smiling. "Dying is much more difficult than one imagines.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#80. If his life depended on it, he
had to find out later why that indomitable soldier, accustomed to fighting to the last drop
of blood, had left the final battle of his life unfinished.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#81. He was surprised to discover that when rich people were starving they looked so much like the poor
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#83. But he only found her in the image that saturated his private and terrible solitude.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#84. Other doctors lose as many patients as I do, he would say. But with me they die happier.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#85. At dawn, after a summary court martial, Arcadio was shot against the wall of the cemetery. In the last two hours of his life he did not manage to understand why the fear that had tormented him since childhood had disappeared.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#87. Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#88. Don't stay with Urdanetea, he told him. And don't go with your family to the United States. It's omnipotent and terrible, and its tale of liberty will end in a plague of miseries for us all.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#89. A century ago, life screwed that poor man and me because we were too young, and now they want to do the same thing because we are too old.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#90. I discovered the miracle that all things that sound are music, including the dishes and silverware in the dishwasher, as long as they fulfill the illusion of showing us where life is heading.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#92. He was carrying a suitcase with clothing in order to stay and another just like it with almost two thousand letters that she had written him. They were arranged by date in bundles ties with colored ribbons, and they were all unopened.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#93. Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#94. He was the lover who never showed his face, the man most avid for love as well as most niggardly with it, the man who gave nothing and wanted everything, the man who did not allow anyone to leave a trace of her passing in his heart, the hunter lying in ambush.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#95. HE had fled from her in an attempt to wipe out her memory, not only through distance but by means of a muddled fury that his companions a arms took to be boldness, but the more her image wallowed in the dung hill of war, the more the was resembled Amarant.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#96. Gabito isn't deceiving anyone," she said with an innocent smile, "but sometimes it happens that even God needs to make weeks that are two years long.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#98. Opposite her, calming his peaceful hunger, was old Jacob, a man who had loved her so much and for so long that he could no longer conceive of any suffering that didn't start with his wife.
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#100. Ursula wondered if it was not preferable to lie down once and for all in her grave and let them throw the earth over her, and she asked God, without fear, if He really believe that people were made of iron in order to bear so many troubles and mortifications.
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