Gabriel García Márquez Quotes

Never stop smiling not even when you're sad, someone might fall in love with your smile.

sex is the consolation you have when you can't have love

There is always something left to love.

nothing in this world was more difficult than love.

Fiction was invented the day Jonah arrived home and told his wife that he was three days late because he had been swallowed by a whale..

It's enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.

That casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that had still not ended half a century later.

Everything that goes into my mouth seems to make me fat, everything that comes out of my mouth embarrasses me.

The problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast.

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.

Do not allow me to forget you

No matter what, nobody can take away the dances you've already had.

Age has no reality except in the physical world. The essence of a human being is resistant to the passage of time. Our inner lives are eternal, which is to say that our spirits remain as youthful and vigorous as when we were in full bloom. Think of love as a state of grace, not the means to anything, but the alpha and omega. An end in itself.

He is ugly and sad... but he is all love.

Gaston was not only a fierce lover, with endless wisdom and imagination, but he was also, perhaps, the first man in the history of the species who had made an emergency landing and had come close to killing himself and his sweetheart simply to make love in a field of violets.

Don't let yourself die without knowing the wonder of fucking with love.

Intrigued by that enigma, he dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her.

But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.

With her Florentino Ariza learned what he had already experienced many times without realizing it: that one can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the same sorrow with each, and not betray any of them. Alone in the midst of the crowd on the pier, he said to himself in a flash of anger: 'My heart has more rooms than a whorehouse.

It was a love of perpetual flight.