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Gabriel Garcia Marquez Quotes

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Colombian Novelist March 6, 1927

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She was the only person in the house, of either sex, who did not seem to have a heart pierced by the sorrow of thwarted love. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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
She knew that it would not be easy to submit to his miserliness, or the foolishness of his premature appearance of age, or his maniacal sense of order, or his eagerness to as for everything and give nothing at all in return, but despite all this, no man was better company because no other man in the world was so in need of love. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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
Gabriel Garcia Marquez quote: "She belived that whatever happened to one love affected other..."
She belived that whatever happened to one love affected other loves throught the world . Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Gabriel Garcia Marquez quote: "She had never imagined that curiosty was one of the many masks..."
She had never imagined that curiosty was one of the many masks of love . Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Nevertheless, in the impenetrable solitude of decrepitude she had such a clairvoyance as she examined the most insignificant happenings in the family that for the first time she saw clearly the truths that her busy life in former times had prevented her from seeing. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
I told her about my life, I read into her ear the first drafts of my Sunday columns in which, without my saying so, she and she alone was present. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Because he had not done what she, with her heart in her mouth, had hoped he would do, which was to be a man: deny everything, and swear on his life it was not true, and grow indignant at the false accusation, and shout curses at this ill-begotten society that did not hesitate to trample on one's honor, and remain imperturbable even when forced with crushing proofs of his disloyalty. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
She wanted to be herself again, to recover all that she had been obliged to give up in half a century of servitude that had doubtless made her happy but which, once her husband was dead, did not leave her even the vestiges of her identity. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
She lay on her back in bed for a long time thinking and when she returned to school an hour early she was beyond all desire to cry and she had sharpened her sense of smell along with her claws so that she could track down the miserable whore who had ruined her life. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Her laugh was sad and taciturn, seemingly detached from any feeling of the moment, like something she kept in the cupboard and took out only when she had to, using it with no feeling of ownership, as if the infrequency of her smiles had made her forget the normal way to use them. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did... Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Halfway through one August day, while she was embroidering with her friends, she heard someone coming to the door. She didn't have to look to see who it was. "He was fat and was beginning to lose his hair, and he already needed glasses to see things close by," she told me. "But it was him, God damn it, it was him! Gabriel Garcia Marquez

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