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“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 García Márquez“You can't come in, colonel," she told him. "You may be in command of your war, but I'm in command of my house.”
Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude“Children inherit their parents' madness.”
Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude“Don't worry," he would say, smiling. "Dying is much more difficult than one imagines.”
Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude“Things have a life of their own," the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. "It's simply a matter of waking up their souls.”
Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude“But what worries me is not your shooting me, because after all, for people like us it's a natural death." He laid his glasses on the bed and took off his watch and chain. "What worries me," he went on, "is that out of so much hatred for the military, out of fighting them so much and thinking about them so much, you've ended up as bad as they are. And no ideal in life is worth that much baseness.”
Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude“Arcadio had seen her many times working in her parents' small food store but he had never taken a good look at her because she had that rare virtue of never existing completely except at the opportune moment.”
Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude“The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.”
Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude“but he only found her in the image that saturated his private and terrible solitude.”
Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude“...he considered respect for one's given word as a wealth that should not be squandered.”
Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude