He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.
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.
It had to be a mad dream, one that would give her the courage she would need to discard the prejudices of a class that had not always been hers but had become hers more than anyone’s. It had to teach her to think of love as a state of grace: not the means to anything but the alpha and omega, an end in itself.
[A]nd both of them remained floating in an empty universe where the only everyday and eternal reality was love.
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.
No matter what, nobody can take away the dances you’ve already had.
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.
You people have a religion of death that fills you with the joy and courage to confront it…I do not. I believe the only essential thing is to be alive.- Abrenucio
Take advantage of it now, while you are young, and suffer all you can, because these things don’t last your whole life.
Never stop smiling not even when you’re sad, someone might fall in love with your smile.
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.
The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.
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.
All human beings have three lives: public, private, and secret.
The problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast.
Gabriel García Márquez
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.
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..
Tell him,’ the colonel said, smiling, ‘that a person doesn’t die when he should but when he can.
My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show.
It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.