Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Gabriel José de la Concordia García Márquez; 6 March 1927 – 17 April 2014) was a Colombian novelist, short-story writer, screenwriter and journalist, known affectionately as Gabo or Gabito throughout Latin America. Considered one of the most significant authors of the 20th century and one of the best in the Spanish language, he was awarded the 1972 Neustadt International Prize for Literature and the 1982 Nobel Prize in Literature. He pursued a self-directed education that resulted in his leaving law...
NationalityColombian
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth6 March 1927
CountryColombia
The only Virgos left in the world are people like you who were born in August.
This was when I heard that the first symptom of old age is when you begin to resemble your father.
For a week I did not take off my mechanic's coverall day or night I did not bathe or shave or brush my teeth because love taught me too late that you groom yourself for someone you dress and perfume yourself for someone and I'd never had anyone to do that for.
I always had understood that dying of love was mere poetic license.
and it was always without pretensions of loving or being loved although always in the hope of finding something that resembled love but without the problems of love.
Do not allow me to forget you
They looked like two children," she told me. And that thought frightened her, because she'd always felt that only children are capable of everything.
Hate and love are reciprocal passions.
Tell him,' the colonel said, smiling, 'that a person doesn’t die when he should but when he can.
One never quite stops believing, some doubt remains forever".
I plead youth as a mitigating circumstance.
The first of the line is tied to a tree and the last is being eaten by the ants .
Her first reaction was one of hope, because his eyes were open and shining with a radiant light she had never seen there before. She prayed to God to give him at least a moment so that he would not go without knowing how much she had love him despite all their doubts, and she felt an irresistible longing to begin life with him over again so that they could say what they had left unsaid and do everything right that they had done badly in the past. But she had to give in to the intransigence of death. (Love in the Time of Cholera)
The world was reduced to the surface of her skin and her inner self was safe from all bitterness.