She knew that he loved her above all else, more than anything in the world, but only for his own sake.
Gabriel García MárquezNothing resembles a person as much as the way he dies.
Gabriel García MárquezShe was a ghost in a strange house that overnight had become immense and solitary and through which she wandered without purpose, asking herself in anguish which one of them was deader: the man who had died or the woman he had left behind.
Gabriel García MárquezHe would wake for no reason in the middle of the night, and the memory of the self-absorbed love was revealed to him for what it was: a pitfall of happiness that he despised and desired at the same time, but from which it was impossible to escape.
Gabriel García MárquezAmputees suffer pains, cramps, itches in the leg that is no longer there. That is how she felt without him, feeling his presence where he no longer was.
Gabriel García MárquezSi vas a volverte loco, vuelve te solo
Gabriel García MárquezStichwörter: humor
Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry.
Gabriel García Márquezlas estirpes condenadas a cien años de soledad no tenían una segunda oportunidad sobre la tierra
Gabriel García MárquezIt was then that she realized that the yellow butterflies preceded the appearances of Mauricio Babilonia.
Gabriel García MárquezStichwörter: butterflies favorite one-hundred-years-of-solitude gabriel-garcia-marquez mauricio-babilonia
The majority understood that his passivity was not that of a hero taking his ease but that of a cataclysm in repose.
Gabriel García MárquezStichwörter: gabriel-garcia-marquez
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